He's lucky—as lucky as anyone can be when it comes to having been pulled into a world of superpowers and the rest of the mess here when they have no experience with it—that he's been here long enough the confession doesn't strike him as abnormal. He's seen plenty of strange things in his own world, it's true, but ever since coming here? It's been amplified in ways that he honestly would not have imagined otherwise, has sometimes made him feel like he was doing a marathon of TV shows or movies that catered to science fiction and fantasy in all its various forms. From kids who apparently had the ability to turn into giants to shield maidens to roommates that could turn intangible to escape his dog to robots that had owned puggles, he's well on his way to a new form of desensitization. The fact that he comes from somewhere with things like Skype, somewhere people can talk on video for free if they want to with others all over the world doesn't mean shit here. This Dana Scully might be from a world similar to his but twenty years in the past, and that isn't surprising anymore. That's actually a bit of a relief.
So is how familiar she is, for better or worse. He's been in law enforcement long enough to have come across the voice, the way she holds herself. For all the discomfort she might be feeling, Will's finding himself silently grateful that he at least ended up running into someone who didn't have him questioning if he had to add another world to the list of "shit I never would have thought possible." So far.
"Sounds like the '90s where I'm from." His free hand scratches the back of his neck, now a little more aware of how much stubble he has going on. She can take what appears to be his own discomfort as something that can be blamed on the situation at hand or a general state of his being, eyes shifting from her to the tables with food and beyond. The smile is gone, though he's not frowning. He is getting back to a more mumble than anything else, but he's loud enough that she can hear it. "Used to be like that. Now we've got it set up where you can talk to anyone anywhere at any time, free of charge depending on how you do it. Do hear plenty of theories that all the computers and TVs with cameras in them are being monitored by the government, though I don't think that's the case. Not jealous of whoever's got that job."
His job might be an easy way to drive people screaming and covered in blood out of their skulls, but he would probably end up losing it quicker if he was forced to sit in a room where people who were absolutely no threat ended up shown all day long, playing dancing games or getting fit or gossiping about a mutual friend who shared details with the wrong person.
"Have you tried the bagels yet?"
Garret Jacob Hobbs flashes behind his eyes, but Will seems to still be there with her, just like any normal, grounded person. So what if those bagels weren't on the menu, and so what if they're full of carbs? Will's the last person to judge someone on what they eat, diet or otherwise.
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So is how familiar she is, for better or worse. He's been in law enforcement long enough to have come across the voice, the way she holds herself. For all the discomfort she might be feeling, Will's finding himself silently grateful that he at least ended up running into someone who didn't have him questioning if he had to add another world to the list of "shit I never would have thought possible." So far.
"Sounds like the '90s where I'm from." His free hand scratches the back of his neck, now a little more aware of how much stubble he has going on. She can take what appears to be his own discomfort as something that can be blamed on the situation at hand or a general state of his being, eyes shifting from her to the tables with food and beyond. The smile is gone, though he's not frowning. He is getting back to a more mumble than anything else, but he's loud enough that she can hear it. "Used to be like that. Now we've got it set up where you can talk to anyone anywhere at any time, free of charge depending on how you do it. Do hear plenty of theories that all the computers and TVs with cameras in them are being monitored by the government, though I don't think that's the case. Not jealous of whoever's got that job."
His job might be an easy way to drive people screaming and covered in blood out of their skulls, but he would probably end up losing it quicker if he was forced to sit in a room where people who were absolutely no threat ended up shown all day long, playing dancing games or getting fit or gossiping about a mutual friend who shared details with the wrong person.
"Have you tried the bagels yet?"
Garret Jacob Hobbs flashes behind his eyes, but Will seems to still be there with her, just like any normal, grounded person. So what if those bagels weren't on the menu, and so what if they're full of carbs? Will's the last person to judge someone on what they eat, diet or otherwise.