Not Jensen certainly. (Though it was funny how the nepotism Jensen was convinced existed in their precinct didn’t sully the man’s opinion of his father any. Jensen was up the man’s ass any opportunity he got.)

Ultimately, Micah couldn’t control what other people thought. He loved his work, and he wasn’t about to quit, so he’d taken to giving his father a wide berth at the station, and downplaying their relationship as much as possible. It was a decision his father was well aware of, which was why Micah was surprised to have been called into his office.

“Micah,” he snapped, jerking his son from his thoughts. Realizing he’d spaced out, Micah quickly shut the door and sat in the cushioned chair across from Captain Hart’s desk.

(Micah tried to avoid referring to him as his dad even internally at work to avoid an unfortunate slip.)

“Is this about being late?” Micah asked. “Because I called ahead-”

Captain Hart waved off his concern before he even finished voicing it. “Jensen already said you planned to stay late to make up for it,” he said. “Though I assume you won’t make a habit of it.”

Micah shook his head, trying not to feel weirded out that Jensen was talking with the captain – his dad – about him. “Of course not.”

Captain Hart nodded. Then…

“You missed the game yesterday. Giants nearly won it this week.”

Micah frowned. He doubted his father had called him into his office to make small talk, let alone about football. While it was true that he watched the game with him most Sundays, Micah by far preferred baseball.

He went along with it, anyway. “Yeah, I know. Sorry about that. It was a… strange weekend,” he decided on after a moment.

The captain furrowed his brow. “I’m assuming I don’t want to know the details.”

Abram fully accepted that his son was gay – and he loved Micah no less for it – but he’d made it pretty clear early on that he didn’t want to know the details of his love life. If it was serious, he expected Micah to bring the man home so he could meet him, but that was about it.

Micah knew he’d feel the same way if he was into girls, so he didn’t take offense to it.

He thought of mouthing Damon’s dick in the back of the man’s Rolls-Royce. “That’s… probably a safe assumption.”

Abram nodded, and a semi-uncomfortable silence descended.

Micah knew his father had more to say, but he clearly wanted Micah to talk – to crack – first. It was a tactic he’d used often on Micah when he was a teenager and thought he was up to something devious.

Problem was, Micah had no idea what his father thought he was hiding. Micah licked his lips. “Is that all?”

After a long moment, Abram finally broke eye contact. He sighed. “No, there’s more. Dolores informed me about a disturbing incident that happened in the lobby at the end of last week.”