Sean's fingers are gentle as he starts to gather Ulysse's hair onto a ponytail, the way he likes it, tidy at the back of his neck. But he runs his fingers through the curls a little extra just because he knows Ulysse likes it.

"Maybe you should look one from outside the town," he suggests quietly. "Someone who isn't afraid to fight back. Maybe a little dirty too."

He hates the fact that he can't help, even his batch and gun isn't enough to deter these assholes. They know well enough that Sean, a junior cop, can't really do shit to them when the rest of the force is on the payroll.

"I worry about you and that thing," he says with a soft huff. "One day someone is going to take it as an invitation to get into a shoot out with you."