[ Chris is right in his educated guess of Wolfe's intended route, at least. Unless he's dealing with something specific, he has a routine in his patrol of the building. What he failed to remember is just how damned observant his other boyfriend is and Wolfe catches sight of the creep of flush up the back of Chris's neck like he would the first ripe apple on a tree. Not to mention Chris' hands set under the desk as they are...
Wolfe gives a grin as sharp as his namesake and starts heading for the desk. ]
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Wolfe gives a grin as sharp as his namesake and starts heading for the desk. ]
Having some trouble this morning, Love?