[Edgeworth throws his hand up and Will looks down at the sludge in his mug, almost the color of crude oil. It's so much easier to take notice of people when he appears to be doing the exact opposite, but he can't keep that going now. His eyes snap up far quicker than he's been moving all along, dangerously close to annoyed, lips a thin, grim line again. He is not a mind reader, okay, and he's assuming it's not the same line Edgeworth mentioned at the start of the month.
Maybe that mug is chipped because of Will's grip. Or his ability to look ready to drop it if something doesn't give.]
Something being what?
[Will can't work with what he doesn't have, almost says as much. Only, no. No no. This isn't work. He doesn't want to go back into that line of work. No, no, this is just...helping out. Consultation? Unofficial consultation.
Whatever it may be, if Edgeworth wants to throw the dog a bone, he might be able to get something more in return. Get a bone with a chunk of meat on the end it, that's everyone's favorite doggie gift.
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Maybe that mug is chipped because of Will's grip. Or his ability to look ready to drop it if something doesn't give.]
Something being what?
[Will can't work with what he doesn't have, almost says as much. Only, no. No no. This isn't work. He doesn't want to go back into that line of work. No, no, this is just...helping out. Consultation? Unofficial consultation.
Whatever it may be, if Edgeworth wants to throw the dog a bone, he might be able to get something more in return. Get a bone with a chunk of meat on the end it, that's everyone's favorite doggie gift.
When they work for the FBI, at least.]