You threw your head back as you sat on the couch next to Michael, his arm around your shoulders. You two had been analyzing interrogation footage for hours at this point.

There were all the same. The suspect feels nervous as he gets interrogated, feels excited as he sees pictures of the crime, yada yada yada.

Obviously, Michael could tell you were annoyed. He smirked as you watched you squirm from boredom.

“I’m sensing a hint of irritation from you,” he teases as he looks over at you.