Fitz was waiting for Hunter outside The Pitstop as he closed up.

"Hey babe, what are you doing here?" Hunter asked.

"Couldn't sleep."

"A lot on your mind?" Hunter asked as he locked up. Fitz said nothing as they walked to Halsted, to nowhere in particular. "I think I know what this might be about?"

"Oh yeah?" Fitz asked cautiously.

"Yeah. Virgil came in. Told me what your captain said."

"Right."

"That's great babe," Hunter said, kissing him.

"I killed a man once," Fitz said, as they crossed Aldine. That made Hunter stop in his tracks. "I didn't mean to, really. It was supposed to be a standard issue domestic disturbance. This guy... he had a knife to his wife's throat. He was drugged out of his mind, we didn't know what he was capable of. He shifted, I had a shot, and I took it."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"We all have moments in our past we're not proud of that. That was mine. Do you have any?"

"Most of my life, actually. When I first got to Chicago, I was completely on my own, not a cent to my name. You don't wanna know what I had to do to survive."

"But that's in your past?"

"This is my life now," Hunter said, wrapping his arms around Fitz. "You're my life now."

"That's good enough for me," Fitz said, kissing him.

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