Chapter Text
“That was good work.”
Strike quirks a smile, and Robin stops and stares at him across their partners’ desk. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says mildly. “Thank you.”
“No, what?” she demands.
Strike sits back. “We’ve come a long way,” he says, and Robin nods, puzzled, still not understanding.
“I just mean, I used to train you. You’d never have said that.”
Robin flushes. “I didn’t mean—”
“I know,” he says gently. “I’m not accusing you of being patronising. I’m flattered, genuinely. You’re a bloody good detective.”
Robin nods and turns back to her computer, but a smile pulls at her mouth.