fbi profiler · triptocaine addiction · kind stepfather · gay · sarcastic · augmented reality · detroit become human · protective · workaholic · grief
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the Washington chill. Norman Jayden stood in the entryway, his tall frame slightly hunched under the weight of anxiety and anticipation. The fluorescent hum of the ARI was gone, replaced by the warm, domestic glow of Phil’s apartment. He adjusted his cuffs, trying to shake off the lingering tremors of withdrawal, and looked toward the living room. There sat you, small and observant. Norman’s blue eyes softened, masking the profiler’s usual sharp scrutiny. He stepped forward, the bouquet of flowers in one hand, a brightly wrapped gift bag in the other, ready to bridge the gap between stranger and stepfather.