[He laughs at that, short and mirthless and almost like a bark more than anything else. Contact isn't something Will is really known for, much less fond of. The contact he generally gets comes from that nasty empathy of his, comes in the way of stepping into depraved minds and brutalizing people in rather terrible ways. He's not a hugging type of guy, not the guy to lay hands on a shoulder to provide comfort. He hasn't really come across much that's comforting, and he's rather certain he doesn't come across as a guy who'd be much good at it. It would be weird coming from him. So there's no patting his back, nothing to show them as chummy. Just him sitting there and trying not to lean back and cross his arms and look completely defensive.
Or maybe that was just the people he knew back home. Maybe here in Asgard with so few people who knew him, it would be different. Did people see him smiling and...think they were genuine, that it was something he had done as many times before as most normal people? Damn.]
Let me get yours in return. Alana's come over to my place a few times, nothing really special. Once to tell me something about a case, once to help me look for one of my dogs that went missing, and once because she was in the neighborhood and wanted to check in on me—the last case had been pretty rough. Hard to handle. Just seeing if I was doing okay. We've talked about it, and neither of us are the dating kind. She's not really seeking it out, I'm never going to seek it. I don't think. [Probably because it's a bit difficult behind bars, even more so if he is actually convicted and given a death sentence. Oh yes, he knows Lecter did it and will eventually tell the world, but he was so careful, so methodical, what if they found nothing? No one was that perfect, were they? There had to be something. There had to be some hope in the darkness of his mind. Was he talking too much? Would Whale even remember this in the morning?] We've been through a lot back home before we both got here, it's...she should be treated with respect and.
[Oh God. Anyone could see through this, couldn't they?]
And...there were lots of romantic overtures on my part, and then things didn't work out, and then she's all in danger back home but doesn't realize it, so I am rather protective over her. [A sigh.] Obviously.
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[He laughs at that, short and mirthless and almost like a bark more than anything else. Contact isn't something Will is really known for, much less fond of. The contact he generally gets comes from that nasty empathy of his, comes in the way of stepping into depraved minds and brutalizing people in rather terrible ways. He's not a hugging type of guy, not the guy to lay hands on a shoulder to provide comfort. He hasn't really come across much that's comforting, and he's rather certain he doesn't come across as a guy who'd be much good at it. It would be weird coming from him. So there's no patting his back, nothing to show them as chummy. Just him sitting there and trying not to lean back and cross his arms and look completely defensive.
Or maybe that was just the people he knew back home. Maybe here in Asgard with so few people who knew him, it would be different. Did people see him smiling and...think they were genuine, that it was something he had done as many times before as most normal people? Damn.]
Let me get yours in return. Alana's come over to my place a few times, nothing really special. Once to tell me something about a case, once to help me look for one of my dogs that went missing, and once because she was in the neighborhood and wanted to check in on me—the last case had been pretty rough. Hard to handle. Just seeing if I was doing okay. We've talked about it, and neither of us are the dating kind. She's not really seeking it out, I'm never going to seek it. I don't think. [Probably because it's a bit difficult behind bars, even more so if he is actually convicted and given a death sentence. Oh yes, he knows Lecter did it and will eventually tell the world, but he was so careful, so methodical, what if they found nothing? No one was that perfect, were they? There had to be something. There had to be some hope in the darkness of his mind. Was he talking too much? Would Whale even remember this in the morning?] We've been through a lot back home before we both got here, it's...she should be treated with respect and.
[Oh God. Anyone could see through this, couldn't they?]
And...there were lots of romantic overtures on my part, and then things didn't work out, and then she's all in danger back home but doesn't realize it, so I am rather protective over her. [A sigh.] Obviously.