>Larson shuddered and lashed his tail in discomfort as the last vestiges of motion sickness drained away once he leapt out of the back of Kurt’s car.
>They arrived at Emma’s apartment early in the morning, per her request to get ready for their Halloween festivities.
>Kurt lit a cigarette, taking a long, sleepy drag as he locked up the vehicle.
>Larson’s nose scrunched up at the scent of the sickly smoke.
>It was particularly offensive to his enhanced sense of smell, even if he was somewhat used to all the smokers at the station.
>”Thought you said you were gonna quit?”
>Kurt glanced down at the Luxray as the two began to walk to Emma’s apartment, “Huh? Oh. Yeah, I guess old habits die hard, or something. Unfortunately ol nic’ and I have some unfinished business with all the long nights at work.”
>Larson felt a frown grow on his muzzle, “Hey, I told you if you needed help with office stuff that you should let me know. You know I feel bad about all that crap getting piled on you.”
>”Eh, it’s fine, just need to be better about not pushing it all off until the last minute. I didn’t forget about that, just know writing up papers is a major pain in the ass for you more than it is for me,” Kirt replied, flicking the ash off the cigarette.
>”I mean sure, it’s not really feasible for me to type stuff out, but I could always ask Emma if she knows anything that might help me write. You don’t have to shoulder everything on your own, I’m not completely helpless.”
>”It’s fine, I’m fine! I told you I can handle it, can we just leave this conversation for some other time?” Kurt spat with more force than he intended, pinching the bridge of his snout.
>Larson’s ears pinned back as he glanced away, “I- yeah, alright. Sorry, I just worry that I’m not pulling my weight sometimes,” he muttered.