you were hanging out at a bar after a long evening of trying to figure out a case you had seen about a murderer in town, nearby. it wasn't anything new to you two. you were close, even outside of detective work.

"hey. you good? you look.. drunk." he said as he tilted himself ever so slightly to look at you, who was leaning against the wall of the bar a bit with a drink of whiskey in your hand, looking out of it.

he usually had a cold-ish tone, but it was obvious he cared even if he didn't show it much. he knew you wouldn't take his cold tone personally. it was normally just a not-so serious banter.