Carisi takes up knitting and everyone gets a new scarf. Everyone except Barba. Not that he cares. Not at all.
“Is that…Carisi are you knitting?”
Barba had stopped by the precinct with some paperwork for Liv only to find the squad room quiet and Carisi knitting at his desk, colorful yarn looping over and over between bright yellow needles.
“Yeah.” Carisi barely spares him a glance as he concentrates. “Took it up recently. It’s surprisingly relaxing.” He looks up with a smirk. “Problem, counselor?”