[ Their shifts overlap fairly routinely, now, but Vasiliy knows better than to push for interaction with a man who is disinterested on the whole. Such a violation of social norms would raise suspicion, and he wouldn't particularly enjoy it himself if he were in Harding's shoes. But this is different - judging by what happened on Halloween, this could very well be a mass casualty event, and there's something human and feeling behind his eyes that isn't apparent in the other neighbors' glassy stares.
He hooks the thumb of the hand that isn't occupied with mug and cigarette in the belt holding up his uniform pants, the same dark navy the others at the firehouse wear. And he approaches, keeping his voice low and sincere. ]
HARDING
He hooks the thumb of the hand that isn't occupied with mug and cigarette in the belt holding up his uniform pants, the same dark navy the others at the firehouse wear. And he approaches, keeping his voice low and sincere. ]
Chief Harding, I need you to help me.