infomodder: i'mma make a deal with the bad wolf so the bad wolf don’t bite no more (hello satan i believe it's time to go)
ᴀᴘʀɪʟ's ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ([personal profile] infomodder) wrote 2015-08-24 11:02 pm (UTC)

[Cordial fades into tension, worry. Will's expression is just as grave as he turns his attention to the television, jaw set. Fingers have been snapped, pointed to a bloody mess, demanded his full attention, and he gives it immediately. What might be expected (or hoped for) with anyone in law enforcement, Will sees distress and keys in on it completely. Then again, the people he works to put away also key in on distress, but that's neither here nor there.

Will waits until the reporter gets what she has out, enough to go on. His eyes narrow as though he could pick out any familiar faces in the crowd, should the camera swing a certain way. His glass is clutched then set aside, completely ignored. In a low, gravely voice, he addresses Wells without turning to look at him:
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That's us. [Their little group, he means. Detective skills are truly strong with him today.] Should we go, see if there's anything we can do?

[Porter technology is great, they could be there quickly enough that they might prove useful...but they could just as easily get caught in the fray, couldn't they? Perhaps that's the point. Attack and make sure to draw in the others who haven't attended. Abigail and April had no intentions of going when he left the house. Chilton was on vacation. The three he felt the desire to protect the most were out of the picture, what reason did he have to go tearing off from this bar stool not knowing if he'd be of any use or end up making the mess worse? Time to defer to the doctor in the room. That had never gone poorly for Will.]

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