The hair caught his attention and held it for a second. "Itachi." He shifted back, sinking lower in Deidara's couch. Now that his curiosity was satiated, his earlier tiredness was creeping back in.
It was amusing to him, in a way. If only people knew how 'not like the other cops' Itachi tended to be. The things that went on under the table, in warehouses, in the docks...
Dirty cops. How funny.
Oh, he was definitely tired if his mind was rambling on like that. And now that his questions had been answered, his reason for staying was...?
He pulled his eyes away from where they had wandered while he was thinking-back to that blond hair-to meet the kids eyes again. "Detective."