Miles brings the chips and wine, Sawyer the condoms. They burrow into the couch in old sweatpants and no shirts, marathoning Hawaii Five-O, eating Cheetos and drinking merlot from plastic cups. They sleep when they're tired, fuck when they're not, retell the story of the first perp they caught together and laugh in all the same places. Sawyer mumbles "Love you" with his head dropping on Miles' bare shoulder and Miles never looks at the album full of Sawyer's past he knows full well is in the top drawer.
They go back to work after three days, and no one at the station mentions their concurrent vacation days.