[ Now here's a reversal of assumptions, because Will looks Logan up and down in mild shock that he's a teacher. But layered under the surprise of profession is the uncomfortable surprise of connection, because Will can-- understand that. In a way that maybe never really belonged to him, but... It's hard not to think of Abigail.

Or his own very real, very literal students from over the years. ] --I hope you run into her, then. She seemed like she could use a hand right now. [ He's sincere, and somber about it.

Until the question, anyway, which leaves Will blinking and then laughing, brief and decidedly bitter. ] More like he was running from me. [ The humor, already dry, evaporates fast. ] I work with the FBI. As a professor at the Academy, and recently as a-- [ his expression twists with something unhappy that he scrubs clear as quickly as he can, ] --special agent.

Your student mentioned that you don't-- that mutants don't like. Law enforcement. [ Will doesn't sound bothered by it, and he isn't, but he's mentioning it himself in an attempt to get ahead of...whatever assumptions follow someone like Logan hearing about detectives. ]