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It's been a long, grueling day at work. Filling out paperwork, filing that paperwork, getting back to even more paperwork. Even Kim is already prepared to go home - Harry can see it in the way he looks at his wristwatch every 20 minutes and not really seeing the time.
The paperwork will still be there, tomorrow. Harry knows Kim likes to be thorough and not leave work unfinished, but he also knows Kim is immune to his puppy dog eyes when he's tired. With that, Harry sighs, gets up from his chair and stretches, his back twinging from having sat in his chair for so long. He takes out his pack of cigarettes and taps it two times on Kim's desk. He gestures out to the fire escape they use as a tiny balcony to smoke when Kim looks at him.
With a glance to his wristwatch, Kim sighs, sets his pen down and stretches out his hand. Harry winces in sympathy. Kim's been writing a whole lot more than he has all day.
"I could use a break," Kim sits up, taking his bomber jacket from the back of the chair, "let's go."
"You know, no one's gonna steal our paperwork if we went home," Harry says, opening the door, "it will still be here tomorrow."
The cool night breeze makes Harry shudder, and he rubs his hands down his arms.
"I know, detective."
Harry pulls a cigarette from his pack and hands it to Kim.
Kim smiles. He puts his jacket on, from witch he fishes out his lighter, and offers it to Harry.
Harry smiles, "Thanks," and lights his own cigarette, then extends his arm for Kim to light his too.
And just like that, everything but them and the barely visible stars are left in the world.
Harry always watches Kim take the first drag of his cigarette. His expression, normally stoic, loses a bit of it's neutrality whenever he first inhales. On the exhale, his eyes close, and smoke dances out of his lips, disappearing into the night all around them. Only then does Harry pull from his own, his throat burning with delight as smoke enters his body.
"It's been... a long day," Kim sighs, tapping away ash onto the street below, "maybe we should head home."
"I told you. It'll still be there. No paperwork thieves will dare steal from us. Especially not you."
Kim quirks a brow, "What do you mean by that, detective?", a smile playing at his lips.
"'Cus they know you'll find them and send them to jail for stealing your paperwork."
Kim shakes his head and huffs, amused.
"And then there'll be even more paperwork to file."
"Yeah, for thieves to steal. It's like a never ending paradox. Paperwork paradox."
Kim laughs, and Harry's world lights up like he just hit a jackpot - colors dance and brighten in his vision, and there's only Kim and his smile.
He must really be tired to laugh at your stupid nonsensical jokes.
Or he just likes you.
It's both.
Even the voices in his head aren't enough to distract Harry from leaning in, one arm sliding around Kim's waist, and kissing that smile. Kim makes a surprised little sound but kisses him back, laughter turned into an amused huff turned into pleased humming as he slides his hand up Harry's neck to tangle his fingers in his hair.
When they separate, they're both breathless, panting for air. Harry's whole face is ruddy with adoration and Kim's ears are glowing red with fondness.
"You made me drop my cigarette, detective." Kim says, his voice like honey.
"Whoops." Harry grins and kisses him again.
They do end up going home afterwards. Paperwork can wait.