Alright, let's do this. It's been an age, but I am back on my Greg Lestrade POV Mystrade WIP (A Man Awake on AO3)! Let's get these two together, then, shall we? An excerpt from the upcoming Ch 6, "Excuses, Excuses":
‘That’d be a nice change of pace,’ he agreed, glancing at his wrist. Right. It wasn’t even a nice watch, but the leather was broken in to the specific curve of his wrist. He had checked all his clothes for a potential hiding place yesterday to no avail. The idea of shopping for, buying, and adjusting to a new one was awful; so was the idea of being an ‘I’ll just check my phone for the time’ bloke.
‘When Chanel said to take one thing off before leaving the house, I don’t think she meant your watch.’ Sally tilted her head to get at the final sip of coffee before tossing it into the tiny bin beside Greg’s doorway. ‘Then again, she was a Nazi. I’ve got five till, let’s go.’