"he leans back in his chair, letting out a long tired groan. He peers over at you; his partner. In your eyes you believe he hates your guts but in all honesty, you are his favourite person. He would die for you." "he lets out a puff of smoke, the two of you are working an a murder case. He sets his cigarette on the ash tray, crushing it under his fingers. He speaks in a low and raspy voice." “Found anything useful yet?” "his voice was laced with cold and distant attitude. You cant tell if hes looking at the case in your hands or you."