"My fly-fishing lures were left back in Wolf Trap," Will murmurs absentmindedly. He's really trying not to think about home too much. "I suppose I'll need to do some work before I buy a new setup."
And they know what work that will be, here in El Sera. And Will still hasn't quite pushed himself into accepting it. He's made no attempts to 'transform,' even if the M1911 is still holstered in the waistband of his jeans at all. It makes him nervous, that constant weight, wondering what would happen if he really needed it to protect someone. Could handle another state of mind, added on to the layers already trying to pull him out of himself?
He really doesn't want to know, and he slumps down in his folding chair, head falling back to stare at the sky.
"So why don't you tell me about it."
He can't avoid it forever, and apparently John already has some experience with the phenomenon. Maybe a briefing would soothe something of his agitation.
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And they know what work that will be, here in El Sera. And Will still hasn't quite pushed himself into accepting it. He's made no attempts to 'transform,' even if the M1911 is still holstered in the waistband of his jeans at all. It makes him nervous, that constant weight, wondering what would happen if he really needed it to protect someone. Could handle another state of mind, added on to the layers already trying to pull him out of himself?
He really doesn't want to know, and he slumps down in his folding chair, head falling back to stare at the sky.
"So why don't you tell me about it."
He can't avoid it forever, and apparently John already has some experience with the phenomenon. Maybe a briefing would soothe something of his agitation.