[Will doesn't pocket the pills immediately, he's lost in thought, but it doesn't stop him from deftly shaking a few more pills into the palm of his hand and holding that same hand out to the other man, palm up.
Again, if they are going to sleuth around the ship, it was best to have his bearings, but it was also to his benefit that his current companion be lucid as well...more or less.
Morbid curiosity moved Will to glance the other man's way to see if his assessment of himself was right. Not a stripper, but objectively he's typical, winsome from a certain perspective, though perhaps that's the way Will saw himself, average, his pursuits giving him strength and shape, but nothing terribly extraordinary.
Still pointedly avoiding eye-contact he fixed his gaze on a point down the corridor, honing his senses.]
Magician...that's very specific. [Was he the pulling the rabbit out of the hat sort of magician or the hand is quicker than the eye sort of magician? He was about to inquire, curious about the specificity, but he didn't get the opportunity to follow up before John turned the questions on him.]
I...[what was the last thing he could remember]...I was standing on a beach, the middle of winter, it was cold...[explains why Will had layers, could even explain why Will was currently here, but cruises in the middle of winter?]...but it wasn't for pleasure, it was a crime scene, it was me, the FBI, and a totem of bodies...[he closed his eyes trying to visualize, maybe he could figure out how he got from there to here]...dried dead faces getting fresher and fresher towards the top, a resume, a body of work, a drop of blood falling on my face...[he shook his head and opened his eyes realizing that's where his memories stopped]...and then nothing.
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Again, if they are going to sleuth around the ship, it was best to have his bearings, but it was also to his benefit that his current companion be lucid as well...more or less.
Morbid curiosity moved Will to glance the other man's way to see if his assessment of himself was right. Not a stripper, but objectively he's typical, winsome from a certain perspective, though perhaps that's the way Will saw himself, average, his pursuits giving him strength and shape, but nothing terribly extraordinary.
Still pointedly avoiding eye-contact he fixed his gaze on a point down the corridor, honing his senses.]
Magician...that's very specific. [Was he the pulling the rabbit out of the hat sort of magician or the hand is quicker than the eye sort of magician? He was about to inquire, curious about the specificity, but he didn't get the opportunity to follow up before John turned the questions on him.]
I...[what was the last thing he could remember]...I was standing on a beach, the middle of winter, it was cold...[explains why Will had layers, could even explain why Will was currently here, but cruises in the middle of winter?]...but it wasn't for pleasure, it was a crime scene, it was me, the FBI, and a totem of bodies...[he closed his eyes trying to visualize, maybe he could figure out how he got from there to here]...dried dead faces getting fresher and fresher towards the top, a resume, a body of work, a drop of blood falling on my face...[he shook his head and opened his eyes realizing that's where his memories stopped]...and then nothing.