Russ went home. He padded around his apartment for a while, and forced himself to eat a microwave dinner. He was flipping through the channels on his TV, desperately trying to avoid thinking about the case, or his other obsession, his six-foot FBI agent soulmate across town.
With the focus on the case, he and Milt had never actually talked about what had happened between them. It seemed to be back to business as usual. Russ told himself that it was for the best. That whatever was between them was an added complication he didn’t need.