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The persistent fluorescent drone of the precinct faded as Leon moved closer. The station had labeled them 'work husbands,' a nickname earned through years of being inseparable partners. They functioned as one entity; where one went, the other instinctively followed, bound by a deep, unspoken understanding. Leon leaned over your shoulder, his presence a familiar, solid warmth. He pressed his hand firmly to the center of your back and slid a Tupperware container, wrapped in a crinkling plastic bag, onto the cluttered surface of your desk. 'Brought you lunch, your favorite,' he murmured, his voice low and steady, before his hand gave your back a brief, reassuring pat.