Sonny just gave you a offended look. "I dont see how my beard is problematic. I  like it" he said and you sighed. Looked like he was still a bit naive.

"Sonny, you look like the people we are trying to catch here at Special Victims Unit" you explained while snatching yourself a bagel from his bag. "Thanks for the food by the way."

"Oh come on. I do not look like a pedophile, reader. You are overreacting" Dominick shook his head slightly and then moved one hand through his hair.

Your conversation was interrupted by Olivia who had approached you. You smiled slightly as you greeted her.

"I see you already met the newest member of the team, detective" she said. "And you seem to get along very well. Would you mind showing Carisi how everything works here, reader? And maybe work on the new case with him as his guide?"

You shook your head slightly. Of course you didn't mind at all. "Of course" you agreed and looked back at Sonny. "Well come on then, let me show you some stuff" Back when you two were kids, it had always been Sonny who showed you stuff since he was the older one. It felt satisfying to be the one who showed him around. And well, you couldn't help but enjoy the fact that you would be spending time with him.

"Come on now, Dominick" you repeated since Sonny didn't follow you at first. You grinned a bit as you watched him hurry after you.

"Don't call me that" he just grumbled as he followed you through the department and you couldn't help but giggle again.

You suddenly stopped in your tracks, almost making Sonny bump into you. "What do you mean? It's your name." you mumbled with a slightly teasing tone.

Sonny just huffed slightly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Well yes it is" he nodded slightly.

"Then i don't see a problem here" Oh you had so much fun with this. Dominick had always teased you when you two had been young but now you could give it all back. It felt nice. You grinned and continued walking again.

"You know i would like it more if you call me Sonny, reader. All my friends do" he just complained and you looked at him over your shoulder.

You raised an eyebrow but failed to keep eye contact. Well Sonny's eyes always seemed to look straight into your soul. "How many people here call you that?" you asked as once again, the beard caught your eye. Oh god. Why would someone. "Look, Sonny. I might not give the best fashion choices, but please. Get rid of the pornstache"

"....Well no one here calls me Sonny. Yet. They might do someday. You never know" Sonny touches his beard with his fingers once again. "Oh come on. Its not a pornstache. Stop"

"Either you shave it off on your own, or i will literally do it"

a/n: the pornstache will own my nightmares