"I miss my old job too but you sort of soured me on it." Given all the ways they had kinkily ruined the uniform and all the illegal shit that Barty had made him do, he couldn't even set foot in a police station any more. He had blood on his hands because of Barty and Barty didn't even care. Of course he didn't, he had no fucking moral compass. "I have a badge. I help people. As close as I'll ever get to what I had once."

And it was still nowhere close. There was one guy ahead of them now and he was taking his sweet time with his order. He wondered how long Barty could stand it. Waiting. When would he snap? "The coffee at work is good, actually. The guy in charge of the admin stuff is super into coffee as an artform."