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[sets down various weapons as stolen from Minato's under-the-bed armory. It is worth noting that he's chosen to relax at the bar, and that there is an opened bottle of whisky on the counter]

House fire in Kingston upon Hull, six-year-old boy dead. It's considered an accident.

Ethics in altering the past you know as a fact while back in time: discuss.

[drinks from his glass of whisky]

Or don't.

[and another drink!]

A word, Guv.

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[scowls and shoves away from him] You want to leave CID? You wanna walk out on us someday for 'Hyde?' Fine. But I'm not letting you walk away from this answer. If 'Hyde' matters so much, why the hell are you bothering being my mate?

[straightens out his jacket, not really looking at Gene] I didn't... choose, this. But now I am, and as long as I'm here, I will be.

And piss on the rest of us when you go running off back to Kansas without a bloody look back, right, Dorothy?

I have to go back. And I never pretended otherwise.

Yeah, back when we thought 'Hyde' was a backwater, shit-stain of a department on the wrong side of town, not the bloody future, Tyler. You go back there and you leave everything behind -- literally. I didn't trust you just for you to throw it back in my face for some sodding future that doesn't even need you.

[looks up at him, then looks down. Runs his tongue over his lips, presses his lips together, and then turns his gaze on Gene again] I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't fix CID when you up and leave, does it? Sorry doesn't replace my trust, you sodding div.

And nothing you say changes the fact that I have to leave. You should've known that. I told you that from day one.

[frowns, pursing his lips, then just shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. watches Sam a long while, silent, jaw tight ... and then just turns away]

[leans back against the wall, looking at Gene. After a very long time, he dares to speak]

This is going to fuck with work, isn't it?

[long silence, then the sound of the Guv drawing on a cig] I'm not that bad at my job, Tyler.

No, you're not. Neither am I. But it's still going to.

Maybe for you. I'm better than that. [won't look at him]

[snorts, clearly communicating the message, 'liar,' and then goes back to the bar, ducking behind the counter to snatch up an extra bottle of whisky]

[turns to watch him, trying to hide his curiosity] What are you doing now?

Acclimatising. See, it seems that everyone in this year likes to drink their sorrows away. So I'm going to go back to my flat and do just that. Might even drink the test card girl away, wouldn't that be nice?

Well you're doing it wrong, you div. [glares at him, then strides over and grabs the bottle] You don't do it alone. And who the bloody hell is the test card girl?

You drink alone when you don't have anyone to drink with. And it's pretty obvious that's where I'm at now.

...you're a fucking idiot, Tyler. You don't wanna drink here? Fine. I'll meet you at your flat.

[looks at him with suspicion, and something that might be hope] Why?

Because you're still my DI, you're still my best mate and I'm a bloody goon myself, that's why. Now shut it so we can go and get ourselves right pissed.

[and he nods, grabbing the unfinished bottle on the table. Hey Gene, guess what? You might just get to see a Completely Hammered Sam Tyler]

[this is amazing! and hey, Completely Hammered Sam Tyler, guess what? Gene Hunt might stay sober long enough to be able to remember it in the morning]

[Sam's not entirely pleased by this prospect. Which is to say, he's horrified by it]

[horrified more at letting himself get that pissed, or that Gene might remember it? cause there's a wide range of possibilities either way. Gene just wants to forget this whole night happened and get his liver back to the ruined state it was before the Twins brought him back]

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