Shenanigans in the group chat, Sylvie and Buck regret their decisions, TK shows off his boyfriend, Sylvie comes out, and a sneak peek into how some key moments of Chicago Fire are different in this timeline.
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Sylvie: Hypothetical situation time.
TK froze in the middle of taking a sip from the water bottle Mateo had passed to him as he checked his phone during a break in the conference. He quickly swallowed his sip, then tapped out an answer quickly, guessing Buck was still on shift since he wasn't answering.
TK: Should I be worried?
Sylvie: No.
Sylvie: It's hypothetical, TK.
He snorted, turning his focus entirely on his phone, ignoring the bewildered looks his team was giving him.
TK: You're not making me any less worried, Brett.
Sylvie: Shut up, Strand.
Sylvie: Can I share my hypothetical situation or not?
TK: . . .
TK: Fine.
Sylvie: So, say a bar only has red wine and white wine.
Sylvie: Hypothetically, if someone ordered a bit of both and mixed it together, would it then be rosé wine?
TK choked on his next drink as he read the paramedic's texts, and he turned his face into his elbow, coughing into his sleeve. "Whoa," Judd blinked, stepping forward. "You alright, brother?"
"Yeah," he said weakly, nodding and waving Judd off. "I'm fine. Just . . . went down wrong."
"What are you reading, anyway?" Marjan asked, looking ready to peek over TK's shoulder to see for herself.
"A group chat," TK evaded easily, tapping out his elegant response.
TK: What the hell, girl?
Sylvie: Our stupid bar at the hotel doesn't have rosé!
Sylvie: This is a serious crime!
"Oh, my – " TK abruptly turned and thumped his forehead against the nearest surface, which just so happened to be his father's shoulder.
"Everything good, son?" Owen asked in concern.
"Oh, I'm fine," TK snorted. "I'm worried for someone else's sanity."
"Oh, no," Owen sighed.
"Whose?" Mateo perked up.
TK snorted, waving his phone. "Someone I met at the derailment last night."
"Yeah, you did split up from us for a while," Paul nodded his understanding. "It's that interesting of a conversation?"
TK raised an eyebrow, holding up a finger to hold off on questions as he typed out a message.
TK: If this is a serious crime, you're obviously an angel.
Sylvie: You are absolutely right.
Sylvie: Compared to the rest of my house, I'm a seraph in paramedic form.
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