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Llewellyn was bored...

Yes, he knew he was lucky to have a place here at all. They technically didn’t even have room for another detective at station house 4, especially one who’d been dismissed from his prior station. Even if Station House 1 was the way it was.

But it didn’t mean he liked sitting around at a desk (not even one he could call his own, just one that was randomly free that day) while everyone else had things to do. There were even constables that had more to do than Llewellyn did currently. He almost wished the Inspector would yell at him to get on his feet and go look into some small incident. Anything to have something to do...

He got up a few minutes later, stretching his legs a bit and slouching over to the water cooler to grab a drink. Letting out a small sigh, he took the cup back to his desk.

Or at least he had been doing that until something in Detective Murdoch’s office caught his eye.

Sure, Llewellyn knew the Detective didn’t like when he messed with things. It wasn’t his office (he’d lost his office, though he didn’t miss the other station), and a lot of the man’s personal projects were a bit finicky (sometimes vaguely explosive he’d been told) if you messed with them the wrong way.

... But it was big, and had lots of wires, and appeared to have eye pieces. What was this contraption for? “Mm...” He hesitated, looking at the cup of water, then at the device. Ever since the case with the wine, Murdoch had been warming up to him... Maybe he wouldn’t mind a little peek?

And if he did, the man’s expressions were often quite hilarious. It would be worth a light scolding.

Putting the cup down, Llewellyn moved quietly into the office and picked up the device (oof it was heavy, very unwieldy) to carry back to his desk to fuss about with. At least this would occupy him for a bit!

Twenty minutes passed, and Llewellyn still had no idea what this thing was. It was so peculiar! Slouched over the desk, he tugged at a couple wires and turned it one way or another... When, he was surprised to find the thing’s creator walking in to address him. “Detective Watts, are you occupied?”

“In terms of police work— no.” He responded, looking up as the man brusquely rounded the desk to stop in front of him.

3... 2... 1... “Are those...?”

Oh, his expression was so befuddled today! That was kind of funny, considering how confused Llewellyn felt himself. “I borrowed these from your desk.”

The befuddlement shifted to something a little more... long-suffering. Like an elder sibling who was trying very hard to have patience with their younger brother who wanted to mess with all his stuff... Without asking. “In the future, I would appreciate—”

Oh... Llewellyn’s attention span is cringing at the idea of a long lecture already. He hefted the large item up and looks through the eye holes at the other detective. “You can’t see out of them.” The interruption is both to avoid being scolded further, and genuine curiosity. Detective Murdoch was brilliant, even if he was a little boring. It was interesting to learn about some of these things, and it was so rare that he had the man’s attention to ask about them. He did love to talk at length about science and invention... right? So surely this was a good way to get to know the man a little better?

“They’re meant to see heat. Eventually... More work is required.”

Llewellyn could see it, there was just a slight inclination of the man’s head and a small grin creeping onto his face. Murdoch wanted to talk about this thing. Putting the device down, he looked up at the older detective expectantly with a tilt of his head. Brows furrowed and intent on learning more, even if he knew he’d probably lose track of the conversation or get bored with all the scientific terms after a while. “Perhaps you might explain why heat needs to be seen?”

Murdoch nodded, though stared a little as the device was set down, perhaps not as gently as it should have been. Llewellyn was a tad clumsy at times... “I will, on the way to the storage shed.”

An explanation, and a chance to help? His day was turning around! He got up from his chair, leaning forward curiously. “What’s the task at hand?”

Murdoch’s expression shifted a little, a half wince. “A messy one, I’m afraid.”

Messy or not, it was undoubtedly important. So with a little fumbling as Murdoch moved to get his invention off the desk and Llewellyn moved to grab his hat off the lamp at the same time bumping into the man, they left the station behind...

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Oh you are more than mere convenience, my dear. He fails to see that and it's his own problem.

[But he is intrigued.]

Would it not be valuable for there to be additional detectives? Because it strikes me that you could assist each other with developing ideas.

That is kind of you to say... I’m used to it though, and I just appreciated that I could keep helping people.

[He was just glad that at least he could keep helping people, and that he had someone who was a little less close-minded to work with sometimes.]

Well, I can’t deny that there are many cases that we’ve had come in that probably wouldn’t have been solved without more than one of us involved... But I admit uh... many of the cases I pursue tend to be those overlooked. It’s frustrating, but I don’t believe they prioritize things outside murder particularly well. Even some murders...

[Yes, he sounds very frustrated.]

So those in charge may not see the need for it, and that it would be more valuable to increase the amount of detectives available to take cases. The role is one of the newer ones though; I hope one day someone sees the sense in it as you have, dear.

Well, there's a thing to be said for the invisible people. They don't care because those people are not 'important'. But they are the life of a place.

That’s precisely it, most of the time reports get ignored if they aren’t about the ‘right’ kind of person. The missing just ‘ran away,’ they died because of their own foolishness, they’re lying about what happened because those of higher standing in the community can’t have done something wrong... It’s frustrating.

[He sighed, a frown in his voice as he thinks.]

My stubbornness on the matter doesn’t make me popular, but I’ve um... been on the other side of it, so I push.

[Rarely thinking first, but he was reasonably sure that even if he did stop to think... he’d still make the same decision.]

In my kingdom, I would punish such authorities.

[He shook his head a little, if only his world handled things that way.]

People would be much better off if things were like that, dear. My youth would have been quite different... And my job less frustrating. I wish I could see it.

Would you do the same job if it were different?

[Would he...? Llewellyn paused for a moment, obviously taking time to think about the question carefully. It was an interesting idea. He might not have been so driven to become a detective, to do better than those who’d ignored his sister’s disappearance or the situation with his brothers... Then again, maybe he would have still wanted to take up the job to help people.]

Hard to say... I guess that I might not? I never really thought about it before. It would depend on a lot of different factors though, and I’m not really sure what else I would do either... Not many opportunities were available to someone uh— with my background or social status.

I think even if the job as better, I would want men like you in it. You care.

I do. I can’t help it, not really... I see people in trouble, people wronged, or the families left behind, and I can’t help but care. I know what it’s like.

[He shook his head a little,]

It doesn’t make much sense to me, how anyone could ignore such things. The fact that you understand? I appreciate it, dear. So much...

Watts...

[Rhy can't keep the tenderness from his voice.]

You are too good for the people around you.

[He doesn’t know about that... but,]

Well... I just want to do better for people, so I try to be...

You will. I know you will.

[And with such a confident statement? It was bolstering coming from Rhy, and reaffirmed his determination to do so even here in this place.]

I will endeavour to mm... not prove your belief in me to be wrong. Which means I should probably get back to work, dear. I will speak to you later though?

Later indeed my love.

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ftb soon?

Sure!

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