[He reaches back for the bottle, leans across the way just enough that he can pour her some more if she holds her glass out. Will's opinion on monsters isn't something he shares much, even inside work. They all get lumped into categories and he finds it more taxing to try and explain how that doesn't work, so it's better to keep his damn mouth shut. Definitely better to keep his damn mouth shut now, at least about monsters and how they relate to that specific case.]

It's a word that's been as warped as anything else. Easy to fall back on. We like ease. Convenience. In case that wasn't already obvious.

[And Will likes his liquor, tops his own glass off as the humidity starts to change and the sounds of distant thunder finally roll in. Right on time, if the way he rolls his eyes in the direction of the noise is anything to go by.]

Does it rain all the time up where you stay?