I'm not driving off, I just want a cup of coffee before we go. You know, to replace the one I didn't get because Fowler mail-ordered me my very own plastic asshole.

So. If you want to tag along with me while I do my job— [Pursing his lips in a substitute for a shrug, Gavin reaches up to deselect the ignition key, letting the car sputter to a halt. Which, if that's not enough, he lets his hand drift lazily over the way someone directs a dog towards its kennel, gesturing for his new best friend to leave.] —fetch.

Otherwise I can sit here all fuckin' day.