The idea of small talk isn't something Will's ever really gotten used to, not at work. It always leads up to him being asked to do something he'd rather not, or asked questions he'd rather not answer, or being told something has come up in a case and—Doctor Lecter? What a surprise. Would you like to help us catch the Ripper?
The anchor that ended up ruining him entirely, hook, line, and sinker.
Will is not seeking a replacement paddle here in Asgard, nor does he need it. For the first time in a long time, he's seeing clearly. Perhaps his psychoanalysis has kicked into overdrive thanks to things that happened before he came and has no intention to ever tell anyone about, but he doesn't think he can be blamed for being a little paranoid. Still, he's not damaged enough to see anyone with the ability to manipulate as a serial killer who would be more than happy to share a meal with him that's not exactly what they say it is.
Albus is pretty lean, he notes. Probably doesn't indulge in gourmet meals featuring human organs. Probably.
"I don't think anyone could blame you for thinking of me as boring." Samantha bounds back up on the bed, and his hand goes through her fur like it belongs nowhere else. She also serves as a welcome, tangible reason to look away. Hopefully, Albus finds Will interesting only on a level of his work, not a level of winding him up and watching him go. He's not about to go through that again, or spend all his time fighting it. "So that works out really well, since basically everyone has mostly seen me as that guy who might like dogs a little too much." Yes, he knows people must think he's hoarding them. He'd rather be that crazy dog man than anything else. At least then his crazy would be contained to collecting dogs, not collecting memories of the criminally insane and keeping an encyclopedic account of methods he could use to disarm, injure, maim, kill, and then set up the body in a fashion that would make opera enthusiasts shake their heads at how over the top the entire thing is. "I'm familiar with Miss Carnahan, which works in our favor."
Too bad he won't be able to tell her any of this, even if he wanted to.
"I'll let you know. We're gonna have to save talk of lies and truth for later. I haven't had breakfast yet."
A breakfast he cooks himself that includes absolutely no meat whatsoever, naturally.
and dave crowl on the drums
The anchor that ended up ruining him entirely, hook, line, and sinker.
Will is not seeking a replacement paddle here in Asgard, nor does he need it. For the first time in a long time, he's seeing clearly. Perhaps his psychoanalysis has kicked into overdrive thanks to things that happened before he came and has no intention to ever tell anyone about, but he doesn't think he can be blamed for being a little paranoid. Still, he's not damaged enough to see anyone with the ability to manipulate as a serial killer who would be more than happy to share a meal with him that's not exactly what they say it is.
Albus is pretty lean, he notes. Probably doesn't indulge in gourmet meals featuring human organs. Probably.
"I don't think anyone could blame you for thinking of me as boring." Samantha bounds back up on the bed, and his hand goes through her fur like it belongs nowhere else. She also serves as a welcome, tangible reason to look away. Hopefully, Albus finds Will interesting only on a level of his work, not a level of winding him up and watching him go. He's not about to go through that again, or spend all his time fighting it. "So that works out really well, since basically everyone has mostly seen me as that guy who might like dogs a little too much." Yes, he knows people must think he's hoarding them. He'd rather be that crazy dog man than anything else. At least then his crazy would be contained to collecting dogs, not collecting memories of the criminally insane and keeping an encyclopedic account of methods he could use to disarm, injure, maim, kill, and then set up the body in a fashion that would make opera enthusiasts shake their heads at how over the top the entire thing is. "I'm familiar with Miss Carnahan, which works in our favor."
Too bad he won't be able to tell her any of this, even if he wanted to.
"I'll let you know. We're gonna have to save talk of lies and truth for later. I haven't had breakfast yet."
A breakfast he cooks himself that includes absolutely no meat whatsoever, naturally.