[Connor stands finally and moves around the table, straight to Sean's side, standing close enough to lay a hand against the back of his head, encourage him to lean.]
Ok, I'll keep your books. [He amends it with a small smile of his own, tight and crooked as he stands there trying to be of some comfort. It might not be much in the moment, but it's all he can do. He gives his partner the thumbs-up on the other side of the glass and crouches to bring himself to Sean's level, a hand on his leg, thumb swiping back and forth across the dull material that had been swapped out for his jeans upon his being placed into holding.
Upon settling back down on the other side of the table, Connor is ready to let Sean talk, to tell him everything that he knows. Every indictment, every misdemeanor, sometimes incriminating himself for petty offenses, or placing himself at the scene for several uglier crimes. While Sean might have never participated in it, he was still an accessory. But a useful one, especially now that he'd flipped. It makes Connor sure that this was the right thing to do, to press and console until they had not only sussed out a timeline, but placed Sean elsewhere for at least a few of the actual deals, once even revealing that he'd been with Connor himself at the time. That'd be a little weird to add to the report, but it would absolve Sean of at least one of the accusations all by itself.
From there, Sean is moved back to the smooth paneled cell with its glass front and high-tech door that only responded to the handprints of the officers involved with his case. Connor lurked around the station a lot more when he could. He kept himself busy at his desk but kept an eye on Sean between working through a backlog of paperwork, and at one point before Sean's relocation, he brings one of those pulps to him, one of the more tame ones that he couldn't get in trouble for.
And then he's turned over into Detective Stern's custody. Apparently part of that protective detail was Connor's attention, not just the force grunts'. Sean was valuable. An asset that he was keeping close to chest. He'd be riding with Sean back to his apartment to pick up his belongings, then he would be accompanying him back to Belle Isle. They'd have a lot to talk about on the ride there.]
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Ok, I'll keep your books. [He amends it with a small smile of his own, tight and crooked as he stands there trying to be of some comfort. It might not be much in the moment, but it's all he can do. He gives his partner the thumbs-up on the other side of the glass and crouches to bring himself to Sean's level, a hand on his leg, thumb swiping back and forth across the dull material that had been swapped out for his jeans upon his being placed into holding.
Upon settling back down on the other side of the table, Connor is ready to let Sean talk, to tell him everything that he knows. Every indictment, every misdemeanor, sometimes incriminating himself for petty offenses, or placing himself at the scene for several uglier crimes. While Sean might have never participated in it, he was still an accessory. But a useful one, especially now that he'd flipped. It makes Connor sure that this was the right thing to do, to press and console until they had not only sussed out a timeline, but placed Sean elsewhere for at least a few of the actual deals, once even revealing that he'd been with Connor himself at the time. That'd be a little weird to add to the report, but it would absolve Sean of at least one of the accusations all by itself.
From there, Sean is moved back to the smooth paneled cell with its glass front and high-tech door that only responded to the handprints of the officers involved with his case. Connor lurked around the station a lot more when he could. He kept himself busy at his desk but kept an eye on Sean between working through a backlog of paperwork, and at one point before Sean's relocation, he brings one of those pulps to him, one of the more tame ones that he couldn't get in trouble for.
And then he's turned over into Detective Stern's custody. Apparently part of that protective detail was Connor's attention, not just the force grunts'. Sean was valuable. An asset that he was keeping close to chest. He'd be riding with Sean back to his apartment to pick up his belongings, then he would be accompanying him back to Belle Isle. They'd have a lot to talk about on the ride there.]