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Jeremiah had tried to walk away only to find Wil still following him. In that noodle-y way that he moved, weaving side to side and making the detective want to shake him into standing properly.

"I'm well of aware about the people gathered at Borr's." Worse, he got pestered with all sorts of tips when he went alone so he made a point to just go with Algie. That way the two of them would lapse into a discussion and they would be left alone. For the most part until they started arguing with the old men that were practically part of Darlene's decor.

Obviously heading to his car, so obviously trying to get away from Wil.

Give him strength.

Jeremiah ended up sneezing again, scowling more at himself than anything about it. Which turned to scowling at Wil when he asked for a ride. The kid was a goddamn mooch.

He took a step back when the phone was shoved in his face, blinking a moment to look at the picture before he sighed. Scones. Made by Nasir. The one person who made scones that Algie and himself would eat and reminisce about home because somehow the young man managed to make them better than Jeremiah.

(Not that he said that aloud. Algie knew, though. Smirked and teased him about it.)

The detective seemed conflicted, his stomach overriding his thoughts, before he just growled out. "If you wanted a damn ride, just ask. The attempt of bribery is in poor taste." Why was he even doing this? Maybe because he wanted some small joy of having Wil in the backseat of his car just for a little bit. "Backseat, windows down. No. Smoking."

With that he was practically storming off towards his car, not even waiting to see if Wil would follow. He was not getting a scone. He. Was. Not.

Jeremiah just unlocked the car and pulled the door open for Wil to get in. His vehicle was not one of the standard issue police cruisers, rather his personal vehicle that had been adjusted for use within the department.

Not miserable enough was just barely resisted. Instead he closed the door once Wil was in, making sure the windows were rolled down, and started the car up. Nothing in town was that far away, it would only take a handful of minutes for them to reach Darlene's, and by the time they were there his eyes were watering.

Turns out he really was having a reaction to whatever it was Wil smoked this time.

"Azevedo," Jeremiah pulled into Darlene's and parked, "we're here." Get the ******** out of my car, my eyes are burning. When he didn't get a response, he turned to look and saw the young blonde asleep in his ******** detective was getting out of his car, in a particularly angry huff, before he turned to hear someone calling him.

"Detective Mercer!" Nasir was coming out, waving at Jeremiah. "Thank you so much for giving Wil a ride!" The young man came to a stop in front of the detective. "Is it alright to ...?" He would never touch an officer's car without permission.

The silver-haired man deflated under Nasir's smile and earnestness and just nodded. "It's no problem," he inwardly sighed at himself for even saying that.

Pulling the door open, Nasir was poking at his roommate with a finger and a smile. "C'mon, Wil. You've taken up enough of Detective Mercer's time." Not even thinking about it, once he was certain Wil was at least partially awake and the door was wide open he, Nasir crouched on the crowd and wiggled his fingers over his shoulder. Time for that piggy back ride.

Jeremiah was going to have to clean his vehicle to get rid of the smell (probably not enough febreeze in the world to get rid of it).

Once he had Wil on his back, arms adjusted around his neck and legs around his waist, Nasir was standing up with barely a grunt. "Thanks again, Detective Mercer."

The detective just waved him off, fingers flicking in goodbye as he closed the backseat door and moved to get back into his vehicle. Not even going to say you're welcome, not going to do it.

"Oh! Wait!" Reaching into the front pouch of his apron, Nasir was pulling out a small paper bag. "For giving him a ride." With another smile, the darker-haired young man was adjusting the other and turning to take him inside.

Still not even sure why he was doing this but definitely thinking that Wil was not good enough to have a friend like Nasir, Jeremiah nodded his head and murmured thanks. Opening the bag he noticed it was the scones that he'd been shown a picture of.

Goddamnit.

Jeremiah just stared.

Growled.

Got into his car and started the engine to leave. The scones were put into the passenger seat and he occasionally stared at them like everything was their fault.

He loathed Wilbur Azevedo.

Loathed.