Will teaches. That makes — some sense? Marcus can imagine him lecturing, definitely. Pastoral support, maybe less so. Mind you, most of his mental image of Will involves him shivering and wrapped in a borrowed duvet. Marcus is really fairly pleased that he has a life outside of looking at crime scenes and turning up blue with cold on strangers' doorsteps.
He prowls around the desk, noses through files. None of them are pleasant to look at. One in particular makes him wince and put the file away. It's harder, much harder, to look at what humans do to each other than to see the carnage a demon can leave. He can do something about the latter. The former — that makes him feel helpless.
He's in Will's chair when Will comes in, face hidden behind the file on this case — the one Marcus has decided to be involved in. The one God has decided to get Marcus involved in. Same difference. "So," he says. "You've got a suspect. Laura Ventrelli, 54, disappeared along with her five dogs three weeks ago. Says here that fur found at her house matches fur at the scene." He drops the file. "That's weird, though, innit? Three weeks, just gone, dogs and all?"
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He prowls around the desk, noses through files. None of them are pleasant to look at. One in particular makes him wince and put the file away. It's harder, much harder, to look at what humans do to each other than to see the carnage a demon can leave. He can do something about the latter. The former — that makes him feel helpless.
He's in Will's chair when Will comes in, face hidden behind the file on this case — the one Marcus has decided to be involved in. The one God has decided to get Marcus involved in. Same difference. "So," he says. "You've got a suspect. Laura Ventrelli, 54, disappeared along with her five dogs three weeks ago. Says here that fur found at her house matches fur at the scene." He drops the file. "That's weird, though, innit? Three weeks, just gone, dogs and all?"