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[August 2] [L.A. Noire] Doling Out a Smile
Title: Doling Out a Smile
Day/Theme: August 2, 2011 "these small yet significant orbits in the language of desire"
Series: L.A. Noire
Character/Pairing: Rusty Galloway & Cole Phelps
Rating:PG
Comments: A continuation of Catharsis, or a Lack Thereof
Their night together ended without words, just the opening and closing of doors. Eventually, Phelps went home. He looked back and nodded to his partner from his doorstep and Galloway tipped his hat in reply, slowly, cautiously, maybe a bit reluctant, before driving away into the gray city.
When they next met at the office, Phelps spoke like nothing of any special consequence had happened. It was just as the Skipper desired. Galloway certainly wasn't about to bring any of it up. He didn't want any trouble, nor did he desire to confront that troubling show of emotion from Phelps. Phelps had bugged him at first, sure, but he'd come to like him. Maybe more than he felt comfortable admitting. Men weren't supposed to talk about that kind of stuff (though he was pretty sure Phelps and Bekowsky probably had, touchy-feely type that Bekowsky was).
The bond between Phelps and Galloway was understood. Their interactions after the shootout at the church that night had proved it. So when Phelps approached his desk, Galloway allowed himself a smile. It was the sort of smile he usually reserved for payday or one of the better visits with his daughter or a particularly charming woman he was making eyes with across the bar with. Phelps didn't smile back, but he didn't appear particularly cold or unfriendly either, just neutral.
"Hey, Rusty. When we get off, do you want to go out for drinks?" Phelps asked. And before Galloway could answer, Phelps spoke the magic words. "It's on me."
"You think I could turn down an offer like that?" Galloway's smile turned into a grin. "But, you know, even if it sounds like fun, for old time's sake, let's not go to any of the bars we had to investigate."
At that, Phelps did crack a smile of his own. "You've got it," he agreed.
Day/Theme: August 2, 2011 "these small yet significant orbits in the language of desire"
Series: L.A. Noire
Character/Pairing: Rusty Galloway & Cole Phelps
Rating:PG
Comments: A continuation of Catharsis, or a Lack Thereof
Their night together ended without words, just the opening and closing of doors. Eventually, Phelps went home. He looked back and nodded to his partner from his doorstep and Galloway tipped his hat in reply, slowly, cautiously, maybe a bit reluctant, before driving away into the gray city.
When they next met at the office, Phelps spoke like nothing of any special consequence had happened. It was just as the Skipper desired. Galloway certainly wasn't about to bring any of it up. He didn't want any trouble, nor did he desire to confront that troubling show of emotion from Phelps. Phelps had bugged him at first, sure, but he'd come to like him. Maybe more than he felt comfortable admitting. Men weren't supposed to talk about that kind of stuff (though he was pretty sure Phelps and Bekowsky probably had, touchy-feely type that Bekowsky was).
The bond between Phelps and Galloway was understood. Their interactions after the shootout at the church that night had proved it. So when Phelps approached his desk, Galloway allowed himself a smile. It was the sort of smile he usually reserved for payday or one of the better visits with his daughter or a particularly charming woman he was making eyes with across the bar with. Phelps didn't smile back, but he didn't appear particularly cold or unfriendly either, just neutral.
"Hey, Rusty. When we get off, do you want to go out for drinks?" Phelps asked. And before Galloway could answer, Phelps spoke the magic words. "It's on me."
"You think I could turn down an offer like that?" Galloway's smile turned into a grin. "But, you know, even if it sounds like fun, for old time's sake, let's not go to any of the bars we had to investigate."
At that, Phelps did crack a smile of his own. "You've got it," he agreed.