[He is really really tired (fed up, even!) of everything being theatrical. It's old hat at this point, and Will watches the rummaging with less interest than he actually has. Don't encourage the theatrical, maybe it will learn and back off with its dramatics. Will even manages to wait a second before he grabs that communicator up, no matter how much it's shoved into his hands. He still has to grip, to accept, to choose, and Will Graham isn't the easiest dog to train, by his design.
At first, he doesn't seem too impressed with what he's been handed, by the approach Miles takes. Granted, one of these two is more his friend than the other, but that all washes away when he comes across Yuri confessing, or what may as well serve in its stead.
The cold shiver of betrayal slams up his spine, again, and he's completely unaware of his lips mouthing the word "no" as he presses on, reads Edgeworth asking if he's being taunted while, in Will's opinion, he taunts right back. There's something more personal about this than just Yuri and Will having been friends, or close to it. It's all over his face.]
Where is she? [Quiet, Will looks up from the communicator and slowly hands it over. There is no shove. No demand Edgeworth take it back. Will is remarkably tenser, though his fingers hold it loosely. Tension is reserved for squared shoulders, a dry throat, a paling face.] Somewhere safe?
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At first, he doesn't seem too impressed with what he's been handed, by the approach Miles takes. Granted, one of these two is more his friend than the other, but that all washes away when he comes across Yuri confessing, or what may as well serve in its stead.
The cold shiver of betrayal slams up his spine, again, and he's completely unaware of his lips mouthing the word "no" as he presses on, reads Edgeworth asking if he's being taunted while, in Will's opinion, he taunts right back. There's something more personal about this than just Yuri and Will having been friends, or close to it. It's all over his face.]
Where is she? [Quiet, Will looks up from the communicator and slowly hands it over. There is no shove. No demand Edgeworth take it back. Will is remarkably tenser, though his fingers hold it loosely. Tension is reserved for squared shoulders, a dry throat, a paling face.] Somewhere safe?