"I knew your life would be a little less bright without me around." He commented in a know-it-all manner, that smirk that was both entertaining and annoying easily crossing his lips as he pushed away from the precinct wall and casually strolled over to her side.
The blond man shrugged a little at her comment as he wasn't any wiser than her as to why he was suddenly turned out by the young idiot in question. "I'm just so goddamn aggravating, I mean charming, I guess." Seifer said with a slight shake of his head, "Got told to get out, so I got out. I'm not going to complain. Sure as hell beats staring at the walls all day."
He grinned a bit though and made a motion with his head that they should start walking before someone came rushing out to find her and drag her back in. "C'mon, catch me up here. How are you doing, Becket?" He asked once more, this time with less humor and more genuine interest in his tone as despite all of the times he'd been a drunk pain in the ass for her and the other police officers of the island, he did respect them in his own special way and had come to view a lot of them as friends.
Especially the quick witted and sharp tongued detective. She always had a comeback to anything he said and a pretty damn good right hook as he'd found the first few times they'd haul him for public intoxication and he'd tried to resist arrest. It was still hard to process that there were better odds against him ever seeing her or the rest of them again if he ever got shoved back in that damn house.