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Reese was partially surprised that Anthony didn’t give him a black eye after being hit on by the taller, smooth talking man. Instead the mob lieutenant simply grins and swaggers his way towards tall-dark-and-dangerous. “You think you’re funny, huh?” Anthony purrs, eyes flickering over Reese in feigned interest before he shoves his hands into the tight pockets and walks back down the alley he’d crawled out of.
It was two weeks later, after odd silence and awkward calls between Elias and Finch, that Reese finally saw the lieutenant again. Anthony was curled up in the corner of a bar near Crown Heights, and John was only there after wrapping up a new number. He wasn’t exactly surprised to see John, merely lifting whatever he was drinking to his lips – Reese guessed it wasn’t alcoholic.
“Hey,” John remarks, sliding into the booth across from Anthony. His deep chocolate gaze hardly lifts from the countertop, but his lips quirk into a small smile. “Cat got your tongue?” The ex-ops hand rests under the table, perched perfectly on the crown of the lieutenant’s knee. Neither move away.
A moment of hesitation then, “Something like that.” Anthony says, heavy and full of tiredness, and that’s all he has to say, Reese understands. He always does.