Brady/Villette
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Brady's feelings for Villette may not be platonic. Here is a non-exhaustive collection of canonical support for this view.
From Breathe:
In the passenger seat, Chaz craned his neck, which was always a sight. "Wonder what that's like? To wake up and find a movie set in your front yard?"
"No unexpected weirdness in Vegas?"
Chaz's chin came up and his eyelids dropped halfway. Armor. Brady wondered why. "It's mostly quarantined. Fremont Street and the Strip."
"If I'd grown up in Vegas, maybe I could beat you at poker."
Chaz popped his seatbelt and smiled kindly. "Nah."
Better, Brady thought, as they went in search of the manager.
From Knock on Coffins:
Daniel Brady watched rangy, brown-skinned, floppy-haired Chaz Villette spider across the bullpen from the kitchenette, four pastries balanced on a napkin and a cup of coffee in the other hand. Chaz nibbled at the Boston creme doughnut teetering atop his pile with crooked, functional teeth. Brady ran his tongue across his own even bite, wondering if years of orthodonture had been worth it.
From Dexterity:
Coffee helped, transmuting the bitterness in his mouth, as did the spectacle of Chaz Villette all but unhinging his jaw to eat a raspberry danish."
From Ballistic:
Daniel Brady, frowning down at the case file on the table before him, said, "No bullets recovered?"
Nikki Lau flipped gory, glossy photos, mouth slightly open as her tongue worried the center of her lower lip. Because he was a cruel man at heart, Brady not only noticed how carefully Chaz Villette was not watching her--he also allowed himself to enjoy it.
From Endgames:
Worth stepped out of Hafidha's cave, documents clutched against her chest. She spotted Brady and scurried to join him. "Thanks," she murmured.
"Why can't he just eat?" That sounded irritable. And open to interpretation. Well, he was irritated--just not at Chaz. Or not at any part of Chaz that Chaz could fix.
and, unforgettably:
In the dream, there was an old-fashioned diner where Brady's kitchen was supposed to be, and in the dream, he'd expected that. A radio played behind the counter. In one sparkle-vinyl-upholstered booth, Lau sat across from Andre. They both smiled as he walked up. He sat next to Lau. Shouldn't he have sat beside Andre? But if he moved now, it would be obvious, and he'd piss off one of them no matter what. Something on the grill sizzled, louder and louder. No, that was the crackle of fire. The diner was on fire, but he couldn't see flames.
He woke to a line of light between the curtains, the sound of the shower, and his pulse loud and fast in his ears.
Not really a nightmare by his standards.
What he'd dreamed as radio was singing from the bathroom. Now that he was awake, he made out Chaz's breathy tenor:
"If you could find some way to be A little bit less afraid of me You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head Say I shouldn't kill you yet."
"Jesus fucking Twilight Zone," Brady groaned, and pulled the pillow over his head.
