Marcus gives Will a big, no-holds-barred grin that says I saw all of that and leans back in his chair. Will snapping at him doesn't rile him at all. In fact, he snickers appreciatively.
"In the FBI, or as a murderer? Cos neither appeal, frankly." He leans on the desk, settles his elbows there. Chin on his hands, he surveys Will with a kind of thoughtful stare. He's trying to work out when the best time to drop the exorcist bombshell might be. If there's a best time at all. If he should say it at all. He's tempted to, and he's suspicion of his own temptation. "Thought I'd check in. See if you'd gotten anywhere. Make sure you're not down with the flu."
He was hoping, in fact, to be proven wrong. Was hoping to find something in the case files that would satisfy him that this has no demonic significance whatsoever. His hopes, however, have come to nothing.
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"In the FBI, or as a murderer? Cos neither appeal, frankly." He leans on the desk, settles his elbows there. Chin on his hands, he surveys Will with a kind of thoughtful stare. He's trying to work out when the best time to drop the exorcist bombshell might be. If there's a best time at all. If he should say it at all. He's tempted to, and he's suspicion of his own temptation. "Thought I'd check in. See if you'd gotten anywhere. Make sure you're not down with the flu."
He was hoping, in fact, to be proven wrong. Was hoping to find something in the case files that would satisfy him that this has no demonic significance whatsoever. His hopes, however, have come to nothing.