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ᴡɪʟʟ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ; ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ p̶r̶o̶f̶i̶l̶e̶r̶ ([personal profile] wontgraham) wrote in [community profile] wasteyard 2019-06-16 04:31 pm (UTC)

[ Well, it's hard to forget a vocal tic quite like that. Will's definitely spoken to her before. She'd said something about powers and mutants and...all sorts of things that would have sounded impossible to Will back home.

But having been living in an impossible place for the past few weeks, Will's a little more willing to believe these new things piling on top of the setting itself.

He still doesn't know her name, though, a fact that's quickly and easily forgotten when she doesn't quite make the turn to look behind herself.

...When she'd said cane in that initial broadcast, Will had assumed she needed it to walk with an injury. But there's another common type of cane, isn't there?
] ...Is it your eyes? [ And truth be told, something cold settles in his stomach at the idea. He thinks of the nurse back at the hospital when he'd come in to consult, the way her eyes had been punctured and squeezed like molded jello.

--He hesitates just a second, but he's absolutely not about to share that.
] Wouldn't have been that good at my job back home if I did. Try me.

[ The irony here, of course, is that he absolutely was emotionally wrecked by his job because he was scared all the time. But that was only possible because he's stubborn to the point of ludicrous decisions, so: here they are. ]

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