{ He appreciates what the other is attempting. Then he says Don’t look at her and all he can think over and over like a mantra trying to burn onto his skin is — Abigail. He looks up and instead of another lurching response, he aims for the needed distraction that is becoming less and less of a cover. }
My name is Will Graham. I’m thirty-eight years old. It’s… What time is — { He’s done it before, had to remind himself so he can come back to his senses. He takes a deep breath, and with a wobble pushes on the floor to get up. Will throws an apologetic expression since the grasp on his arm is being used as support.
Whatever is behind him, he knows it’s not intellectually based like the killers he’s profiled. It does have one main component in common with them. Instinct. Some part of him somehow understands if he looks at it, then death becomes her. It will be activated. Will scratches his throat, having the sudden impulse. His voice is low, hesitant, and wavering. }
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My name is Will Graham. I’m thirty-eight years old. It’s… What time is — { He’s done it before, had to remind himself so he can come back to his senses. He takes a deep breath, and with a wobble pushes on the floor to get up. Will throws an apologetic expression since the grasp on his arm is being used as support.
Whatever is behind him, he knows it’s not intellectually based like the killers he’s profiled. It does have one main component in common with them. Instinct. Some part of him somehow understands if he looks at it, then death becomes her. It will be activated. Will scratches his throat, having the sudden impulse. His voice is low, hesitant, and wavering. }
I think I can do that.