That may be a similarity between the two detectives, a necessity of their profession even: the need to keep a constant running monitor of all things at all times. Although, to Will's credit, he recognizes the lack of sequitur. It simply didn't matter much to him because he was going ahead and biting the bullet.
He listens to John's description with a slightly pained look on his face, reaching out to pat the dog's head as some kind of relief from the nonsense.
"No, I haven't," Will just goes ahead and admits, but the fact that he's asking at all means that he's pushing himself towards it. He can't resist the call to duty and he imagines that it's going to be his downfall one of these days. "But I'm... sure it's my pistol."
He takes it from the holster in the back of his jeans. He clears it before he sets it out on his leg. M1911, FBI issue.
(ooc; ...my boy's a vet, so I get some second hand gun knowledge... John probably has a Glock 17, if you hadn't looked up something yourself.)
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He listens to John's description with a slightly pained look on his face, reaching out to pat the dog's head as some kind of relief from the nonsense.
"No, I haven't," Will just goes ahead and admits, but the fact that he's asking at all means that he's pushing himself towards it. He can't resist the call to duty and he imagines that it's going to be his downfall one of these days. "But I'm... sure it's my pistol."
He takes it from the holster in the back of his jeans. He clears it before he sets it out on his leg. M1911, FBI issue.
(ooc; ...my boy's a vet, so I get some second hand gun knowledge... John probably has a Glock 17, if you hadn't looked up something yourself.)