They walked together, three feet apart. One had a scowl on his face while the other looked dead and tired of life. They looked like a pair of troublemakers. As if they were looking for someone or something to bother. People who saw them hastily crossed the street just so they won't walk past them.

"Where are we going by the way?" Clyde asked.

"I was thinking about this Comic book cafe..." He scratched the side of his cheek, avoiding Clyde's eyes. He knows the policeman isn't a fan of such places, but he has been wanting to go there for quite a while now. It was either that or a cliche restaurant.

"Are you serious? I'm in my uniform. I can't just go to a Comic book cafe. I'd look like I'm skipping on my duties. " He spoke in disbelief. 

"You make it sound like I'm taking you to a brothel." He unbelievably spoke. He really wanted to try out this place. He heard they serve good pasta and crepes. He would have invited Louis to go with him. But lately, he has been getting on his nerves.

Clyde rolled his eyes in response.

"Yes, I'm serious. It has everything I like - good food and comic books.  They even have that coffee jelly you love so much."

"Do you really think you can convince me to do something every time with coffee jelly?"

"I mean you agreed to do this with me. At this point, I'm going to keep on pushing  the envelope." He said shrugging. 

"This is the farthest it will go." He sternly spoke. Thinking back, he can not believe how idiotic he was to accept this kind of deal just for coffee jelly.  The economy really is that bad. Maybe he should move to the countryside. He bets country people do not get themselves in situations like this.

"Just remove your coat and badge."

"But it's cold." He complained.

"What are you an old man?" He sneered as he removed his coat. "Here, let's switch coats" He suggested. Clyde doubtfully complied. Both of their coats perfectly fit each other. Clyde inspected Archer's coat and looked for an stains. Meanwhile, Archer placed his hands on the pockets of the coat. He was hoping for any loose change he can steal off of Clyde.

 "This definitely does not look good on me. I look like you."

" Ha-ha-ha, very funny. It's better to look like me than to look like you. " Was all Archer could say. His mind was already preoccupied with the coat's smell. He smelled like cigarettes and coffee. He does not know what to think of it. He's currently in the war of hating it and liking it. He hates the rough and stinging smell of cigarettes, but he loves the strong smell of coffee.

Clyde couldn't care less about wearing Archer's coat. It didn't smell like anything out of the ordinary. It smelled like what he expected it to be, sweet. The kind of scent you'd get by stuffing an enormous amount of candy wrappers in your pocket and forgetting to throw them out.

The Comic book café was only one train station away. They were both silent, Clyde was standing, while Archer was sitting on the long train seat. Clyde watched Archer. He was staring out the window even though there was nothing to see but tunnel walls. He wanted to ask him why, but he was afraid that this tranquil moment will end up with an argument. Clyde admits that his coat does look good on Archer. It made him look clean and dignified, someone you'd trust your life to.

"What are you looking at?" Archer asked bitterly.

" My coat." He sternly spoke, looking away from Archer.

Archer smirked and held the collar of the coat. "Ha! You won't be getting this anytime soon"

"Just don't rub your smell into it. I don't like the smell of failure."

"You know what I smell like? Are you a pervert Carter?" He teased.

"Shut up."