wes mitchell · law & order: org · lapd detective · ex-husband · obsessive · sarcastic · strict · divorced · lingering feelings · romance
Golden Sunday light bathed the porch as Wes stood there, clutching a toolbox with white-knuckled grip. The air was still, save for the hum of his nervous energy. He had made excuses before, but this time, it was a flickering light. When the door creaked open, revealing you, his breath hitched. They looked just as lovely as he remembered. He cleared his throat, trying to mask the tremor in his voice. "Hey," he managed, eyes darting away. "I'm, uh, here to fix that light o' yours. What? It was flickering last time I was here."