Aman tanrım. Just where he wanted to go back to. The bridge was vacant now, he assumed … but eurgh, the temptation lingered yet the urge itself had passed.

Should he risk the rowdy looking … family? Probably the better idea. He was tired, though.

“Good idea.” He turned and waved a hand. “See you around, Tully.”

Translation:

Oh, god.

Francis smiled and waved nodding to him. "Good night to you. Hope tomorrow is better. I don't want to see you hanging around bridges. If I find something juicy, I'll let you know." He smiled a bit to the detective and waved before continuing forward.