The Price of Evil (гет)

They tucked in, eating in companionable silence for a few minutes until they both were reasonably satisfied that their hunger would be sated before either he, or she, or both of them got called back into work because of some horrific tragedy one human being would inflict on another on a Friday night in New York City. But no calls or texts came to her phone, and his remained blissfully silent.
It was nice.