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wgrahamWill isn't the type of person who generally enjoys going out to eat. He doesn't like being in public, for one, and also he's very basic about the sorts of things he eats, not needing anything extravagant. Eating is one of those things he does because he can't not, not because it's something he necessarily enjoys.
That isn't to say he doesn't like food. There have been times in his life when he's very much appreciated a good meal, though a lot of those moments are a bit tainted now that he has a better idea of the ingredients that were likely used.
Diner food, though, is less benign than sort of unpleasant. But he and Reid aren't here for the cuisine.
When Reid had told Will about the vampires leaving bodies near cafes and restaurants like the one they're in now, Will had wondered if maybe there was some kind of underground food service system, one that captured human victims and fed them to vampire clientele. It was probably a long shot, but he figured they might as well check some of the places out, to see what they might be able to determine.
They aren't undercover exactly, but they're also not visibly armed. Will's not carrying a gun, though he can do it now with his status as law enforcement, but he has his switchblade in his pocket, feeling much better knowing he has a weapon he can use if he needs one. He's not sure of Reid's carrying, but a part of him hopes he is. A bigger part hopes they won't have cause to need to defend themselves.
They've ordered already, and both have (sadly not alcoholic) drinks in front of them. Will's been looking around as much as he can without drawing attention, remembering how much he hates the florescent lighting they use in these places, the combination of the lights and the permeating smell of bleach giving him a headache. He sips his Coke.
"So far this place seems more like a typical diner than I was hoping," he tells Reid with a wan smile. "I hope I didn't interrupt your afternoon for nothing."
That isn't to say he doesn't like food. There have been times in his life when he's very much appreciated a good meal, though a lot of those moments are a bit tainted now that he has a better idea of the ingredients that were likely used.
Diner food, though, is less benign than sort of unpleasant. But he and Reid aren't here for the cuisine.
When Reid had told Will about the vampires leaving bodies near cafes and restaurants like the one they're in now, Will had wondered if maybe there was some kind of underground food service system, one that captured human victims and fed them to vampire clientele. It was probably a long shot, but he figured they might as well check some of the places out, to see what they might be able to determine.
They aren't undercover exactly, but they're also not visibly armed. Will's not carrying a gun, though he can do it now with his status as law enforcement, but he has his switchblade in his pocket, feeling much better knowing he has a weapon he can use if he needs one. He's not sure of Reid's carrying, but a part of him hopes he is. A bigger part hopes they won't have cause to need to defend themselves.
They've ordered already, and both have (sadly not alcoholic) drinks in front of them. Will's been looking around as much as he can without drawing attention, remembering how much he hates the florescent lighting they use in these places, the combination of the lights and the permeating smell of bleach giving him a headache. He sips his Coke.
"So far this place seems more like a typical diner than I was hoping," he tells Reid with a wan smile. "I hope I didn't interrupt your afternoon for nothing."
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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."