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[That gets Will's attention. Not that Wells is familiar, but the last bit in particular. Hannibal had been rather cruel about that. Then again: Hannibal was cruel about everything. He can't read minds, fortunately, but they invited themselves into it...an easy way out of blame, isn't it? At the same time, though, there is some sort of honor to giving others acknowledge for their actions. Nodding that they chose to do something, be it heroic or plain stupid, and respect such.

Attention only redirected when he realizes what he's being offered. Will isn't one to turn down a good drink, no. He understands it might be viewed as callous to continue drinking with everything going on now. Oh well. He's used to worst case scenarios, and this place has been good at providing them time and again. It's not desensitization, it's coping. Doing what's necessary to keep on keeping on.]

Thank you. [What does Will do? The only thing a simple man of simple pleasures should, taking another sip from his before carefully adding the rest of his drink to Wells'. Everything goes in the same place, and there's no one in this bar now who has any reason to stand on pretense about you just don't drink like THAT. More important things are going on!] What happens after? In your world.

[He can't help but be curious about the worlds where powers aren't unheard of. Jaime Reyes and his damn evil gorillas are something a person just does not forget.]

[He pays no mind to the mixing - not right now anyway. Maybe in a more relaxed setting he'd make a judgmental look about how it could ruin the taste, make the composition of the drink diluted, but not now. There are more important things than how someone chooses to take a freely offered drink.

Instead he focuses on the next question and lets out a gentle breath through his nose.]

Usually a hero rushes in to save the day. Not much different than here. [He says with a small smile, hoping to inject some levity into the dire circumstances.] I think I mentioned my work in researching meta-humans, right? I also worked with them, and the police, during crisis moments. Not much unlike this - [he points a finger to the television screens] - really. Sometimes situations arose that the police simply weren't equipped to handle, so my team and I gave as much assistance as possible in those times.

[He sees no reason to hide this. Among a community that values heroes and their efforts to protect others, saying you worked with one is usually a mark of trust. If he was back in his world he would never openly admit this, but here? He sees no harm in telling Will about it. It just makes his assertion that they shouldn't get involved even more substantial, not when either of them have the abilities needed to help. Or well, allegedly in his case.]

[Will partakes of crappy, crappy beer the same he partakes of exquisite sweet wines, he has no concern as long as it's alcohol and it gets the job done. He tries his best to simple man when and where he can.

Will's nose wrinkles, jaw setting the longer Wells explains. He can relate, doesn't quite like how he relates, but it's a line of work he is extremely familiar with. That was how the FBI functioned in several aspects. Sometimes the police didn't like it, sometimes they didn't want anything to do with a particularly brutal, horrifying case and were glad to pass it off. And when they were, there was Will Graham on a long, unsteady leash to take the ball. Run or fumble, solve or die. How much more was that sense amplified when dealing with powers instead of simply smart murderers?]

Assistance. [He frowns, glancing from the drink back to the TV.] Were you ever on the front line?

[Or did he leave it up to heroes, even then? Orchestrating things from behind the scenes, like a man with puppets?]

[Wells can't stand to not grin at the question, turning his head toward Will.]

I'm a doctor, not a hero.

[He lets the catchphrase hang in the air before making a gentle snicker. The front line. It's almost tempting to tell Will about his handicap, the one he created and literally sat on for over a year. Maybe it would garner some sympathy for the poor cripple, who can now walk - miracles, truly. He only holds back because he doesn't see the need for that fake sympathy. Doesn't see a reason to disclose it, at least not now. He can't pull out all his cards on one night and a second chat.]

No, no - I didn't have any powers before I came here Will and while I work-out I'm hardly fit for combat. While there was a time or two where I was able to be more proactive and upfront to the action...I stood behind a desk and gave my assistance there. And I like to think the help I gave there would be as valuable as someone on the front line.

[How many tragedies and near-death experiences were avoided and worked through by him just speaking into Barry's ear? Too many for him to even stomach at times. Sometimes he wonders what his enemy would even do without him. It's pitiable really.]

[That earns Wells his attention again, Will quickly looking back from the TV with eyebrows raised, lips strained as he keeps a smile from them. But Wells recognizes the humor in what he said, which means Will can smile like a normal human instead, taking a sip of his "double" as he digests Wells' approach to his old job.

Well, Will supposes that the guy behind the desk who gave out information (or orders?) wouldn't always be keen to rush into a situation, even if he did have helpful powers. Perhaps Will should stick around Wells in a bar every Swear-In. Have a better time that way.]

I wouldn't doubt that you were, Doctor. It's good to know your limits. Where you can excel and where others can excel...not everyone gets comfortable enough in their own skin to recognize that. Have that level of clarity, so to speak.

[Team Eobard Does Not Get Paid Enough For This Shit]

[He really doesn't.]

It's just part of the job. [Personally he never saw it as a big deal, but that's just his opinion.] What about you? Ever considered yourself a front line man?

[Will seemed interested in going out to help right away, despite backing down quick.]

I was at home.

[Truth and a lie, though there comes a point where they blend so perfectly it's difficult to tell a difference. Career-wise? Yes, he's very much only on the front line when he's under Jack Crawford. But when it comes to his personal life, when it comes to those he cares about being in any sense of danger, Will is very much ready to put himself out in front. For things he can handle, sometimes for things he might not be able to handle...but that's part of having a family. That's part of being the guy who collects strays. He can't just let them sit in the cold, he has to protect that which is his. Adapting to dangerous situations is part and parcel of it, and one day he may very well come up against something he can't handle.

If he does, he'll go down fighting. Biting, even.]

Footing's different here. So are the politics. Makes taking a backseat sensible.

[What he means is there's a lot of bullshit going around, in Will's opinion, so Wells' choice to sit it out is one he's perfectly okay with. He'll drink to it, even, and there goes another swig of that mixed whiskey because why not? Why not. He's an adult, he can drink if he wants to. He can also toss out a subtle little compliment at the same time, layers underneath. That is, of course, if Wells finds being considered sensible a compliment.]

Being "at home" is better than anything else.

[Wherever and whatever 'home' may be, he thinks it's important to have one. A place of comfort, where you feel safest and at peace. Sanctuary from the world, whatever world it may be, that can be so suffocating on the worst of days. He can tell Will holds great value in home - it makes it easier to talk to him.]

I don't know if taking a backseat is the best idea, depends on who you are, but it is sensible yes. [He tenderly bites his lower lip and picks up a couple fries, starting to grow cold.] Although if everyone took that seat, then progress wouldn't be made either. It's a fine line to balance.

[Is there anything worse than cold fries? Other than what's apparently happening in De Chima, of course, that's worse by far. But cold fries are a more constant state of awful and should never be encouraged, and like hell is Will going to find it odd for anyone to eat in the midst of a crisis. Perhaps plenty of others in the bar have abandoned their peanuts and nachos and fries, oh well. Food is a part of home, too. The face he pulls is not at their continued consumption in such trying times, not at all.]

This is true. [Another point well made, points awarded to Dr. Wells for being rational.] But...you can take a backseat when you realize that's the best spot for you and be ready to go out on the front line when it's needed. When you'd actually do some good that way. Like you said, about how there was a time or two where you could be more proactive, more upfront. We all have talents, same as we all have things we're not the best at. Taking the backseat doesn't mean taking the backseat forever, just...as long as you work best there.

[He swirls his glass a moment.]

It doesn't have to be stagnant. People can be just as fluid as any running body of water.

[Stagnant. Stagnant. Haha.]

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