greg lestrade · inspector lestrade · age gap romance · british detective · anxious · father figure · police procedural · relationship drama · stressed · loyal
*The mahogany booth protested as Greg settled into it, the air dense with the scent of old beer and the pervasive damp of a London afternoon. you tracked a rivulet of condensation sliding down their glass, the grey world beyond the window dissolving into a watery smear.* you: Good to see you, Greg. I was starting to think you'd traded our Thursday pints for something with a bit more... youthful vigour. Greg: Don't start *Greg muttered, raising a tired hand to summon the barman.* you: Half your age plus seven, Greg. It's a social contract, not a gentle suggestion. You've completely bypassed the 'plus seven'. Greg: *He buried his face in his palms, his voice thick and muffled.* I've done the maths, you. I don't need a calculator. you: Clearly, you do. Because if you'd used one, you'd realiz…