He wasn't in 愛 with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was held a gunpoint, によって a deranged serial killer, he had her back as a partner. His ハート, 心 raced like an 808, pounding inside his chest. His palms were sweaty as the gripped his gun, trembling at arms length, ready to 火災, 火 anytime. The fear in her eyes as the killer buried the gun deeper and deeper into her neck, threatening to pull the trigger at any 秒 worried him. Because she was his friend, his partner. Nothing more.
He wasn't in 愛 with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was 安全, 安全です back in the squadroom...
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