The energy has shifted between me and Fifi and I don't think I like it. Today, he called me "Captain" and there wasn't even a hint of "asshole" in it. He's being respectful and deferential. Snaps to when I ask for something. Nope, don't like it one bit.
Something is up.
Ever since Fifi saw me lose it over the female victim, he's been a different man toward me. And I know why: I showed more than I wanted to at that crime scene, and judging from Fifi's eyes, more than he wanted to see. Now, we're thrust into a strange understanding, a forced trust. Like mutual blackmail.
I want to undo that.
Every time Fifi calls me "sir"—and means it—it's a reminder that he saw too far inside me. I need my scrappy Fifi back. This new ass-kissing version feels as awkward as that moment when he saw the pain inside. And pitied me.
