Will nods as he absorbs the new information, allowing it to alter his previous theories and augment some others, sorting it all into the filing system in his brain. Warring vampire factions actually makes a degree of sense; the killing could be territorial, and if it turns out the victims have a connection in some way, they might be able to find out what people are being targeted and stake them out, see if they can't catch the guilty vampires in the act.
"The way you describe it makes me wonder if the native vampires don't appreciate the presence of the ones from outside the city. Maybe they're drawing too much attention from people like us, knowing we'll try to stop the killings," Will ruminates out loud. "But you're right: we're going to need to talk to the families to see if there might be something tying them together. Or at least a common thread related to what you said about that one victim's husband. Maybe there's some kind of bribery system at play, or the human residents are getting something out of protecting the vampires and their actions." Will's eyes are moving as he shifts through ideas in his brain, not focusing on anything but moving things around.
"There are a lot of possibilities," he says, blinking to look at Reid directly. "Too many. Hopefully interviewing the families will help us narrow it down some, give us a handful of starting places. I think we should talk to the violent husband soon, so we can get the ball rolling."
It's funny, because Will has never been a person who enjoys talking about his feelings. A lot of them are dark, or course, unsavory, but there are tender feelings beneath everything else, a desire to be needed, the urge to seek out companionship. Before Molly Hannibal was the closest he'd come, and that wasn't ideal for a variety of reasons, the least of which was that Hannibal would just as soon kill him as support him.
But he's not afraid of his feelings for Molly. Most of his life he'd been immune to the idea of romance, and stringently against showing any vulnerability. Hannibal has seen his soft places, but that's because he knows how to get Will to roll over and expose them. But with Molly he's finding he wants to reveal himself to her, he wants to open a door into his heart and let her in. It's like she has a key somehow, just through being who she is, and even if she didn't, he wouldn't chain up his soul to keep her out.
Will finds himself smiling when Reid talks about wanting to marry his boyfriend, and a part of that is related to the measure of himself he sees in Reid. Minds like theirs are almost never quiet, they're full of data and scenarios and odds, and it's hard to let love settle in an environment like that. Logic is a shield, and it's easy to hide behind physics and probabilities and science, especially when the usual reaction people have is to be put off by the methodology. Deep, intense feelings are terrifying, and positive ones are worse. Being cynical is easy because there are no hopes, no expectations, and no disappointments. Finding hope, learning to love someone, to need them, it opens a person up to all sorts of potential pain.
"The odds against finding someone here have got to be astronomical," Will says. "It's such a small pool to draw from, much smaller than we're used to, and people are from so many different places. Or maybe that's why it works. Shared experience," he adds with a small smile. "Whatever it is, I agree: we are lucky. I feel like my entire world has been turned upside down, but it doesn't feel wrong at all."
He pauses for a moment, taking a drink of his coffee which has unfortunately gone a bit cold. "I hope you get to grow old with Luke," he says, holding Reid's eyes for a moment. "I hope I can stay too, and experience life with Molly. She's so good, and I've had so much bad. I want time to enjoy this, to be with her."
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Date: 2016-01-13 06:37 pm (UTC)"The way you describe it makes me wonder if the native vampires don't appreciate the presence of the ones from outside the city. Maybe they're drawing too much attention from people like us, knowing we'll try to stop the killings," Will ruminates out loud. "But you're right: we're going to need to talk to the families to see if there might be something tying them together. Or at least a common thread related to what you said about that one victim's husband. Maybe there's some kind of bribery system at play, or the human residents are getting something out of protecting the vampires and their actions." Will's eyes are moving as he shifts through ideas in his brain, not focusing on anything but moving things around.
"There are a lot of possibilities," he says, blinking to look at Reid directly. "Too many. Hopefully interviewing the families will help us narrow it down some, give us a handful of starting places. I think we should talk to the violent husband soon, so we can get the ball rolling."
It's funny, because Will has never been a person who enjoys talking about his feelings. A lot of them are dark, or course, unsavory, but there are tender feelings beneath everything else, a desire to be needed, the urge to seek out companionship. Before Molly Hannibal was the closest he'd come, and that wasn't ideal for a variety of reasons, the least of which was that Hannibal would just as soon kill him as support him.
But he's not afraid of his feelings for Molly. Most of his life he'd been immune to the idea of romance, and stringently against showing any vulnerability. Hannibal has seen his soft places, but that's because he knows how to get Will to roll over and expose them. But with Molly he's finding he wants to reveal himself to her, he wants to open a door into his heart and let her in. It's like she has a key somehow, just through being who she is, and even if she didn't, he wouldn't chain up his soul to keep her out.
Will finds himself smiling when Reid talks about wanting to marry his boyfriend, and a part of that is related to the measure of himself he sees in Reid. Minds like theirs are almost never quiet, they're full of data and scenarios and odds, and it's hard to let love settle in an environment like that. Logic is a shield, and it's easy to hide behind physics and probabilities and science, especially when the usual reaction people have is to be put off by the methodology. Deep, intense feelings are terrifying, and positive ones are worse. Being cynical is easy because there are no hopes, no expectations, and no disappointments. Finding hope, learning to love someone, to need them, it opens a person up to all sorts of potential pain.
"The odds against finding someone here have got to be astronomical," Will says. "It's such a small pool to draw from, much smaller than we're used to, and people are from so many different places. Or maybe that's why it works. Shared experience," he adds with a small smile. "Whatever it is, I agree: we are lucky. I feel like my entire world has been turned upside down, but it doesn't feel wrong at all."
He pauses for a moment, taking a drink of his coffee which has unfortunately gone a bit cold. "I hope you get to grow old with Luke," he says, holding Reid's eyes for a moment. "I hope I can stay too, and experience life with Molly. She's so good, and I've had so much bad. I want time to enjoy this, to be with her."