[Long description: The R.A. travels up the Chief’s arm to her shoulders, rubbing her neck and shoulderblades. The Chief lets out a breath—that’s apparently where she needed it most. She leans in a little bit, with her fists balled on her knees. She hesitates.

She places her hand on the crook of the R.A.’s hip, and yanks the woman into her lap.

The R.A. lets out a clipped laugh as she goes. The Chief holds her tight, with the R.A.’s legs awkwardly splayed out over her lap.

“Someone’s having fun,” The R.A. says. The Chief just sighs, content.]