[ The lectures Will gives at the FBI, he doesn't class them as real interactions. He's doing the talking and they're taking notes, it's harder when you're face to face, questions, and conversation. Will just doesn't mesh well with others. He's an awkward, twitchy man.

Ah, isn't that nice? Was he able to make Lance feel somewhat hopeful? At least one of the Gods will be pleased about that. As for Will, he doesn't have much hope at all, despite being full of emotions both his own and other peoples, he finds it hard to believe in the best.

Oh, so we have another FBI agent? A psychologist too? Well isn't this just starting to feel a lot more like home? He's from Washington D.C? Will doesn't recall having lessons with the FBI from there, but there's a possibility Hannibal may know of him and his department. ]

Me? Here I'm no one... I'm nothing... I just fish and collect strays.

[ Reaching down and picking up one of the foxes as it nuzzled up against his leg. Pulling it close to his chest and stroking it gently. ]

Back home I was a teacher... Worked homicide for a while... And right before I arrived here I was a special agent hired by the FBI's behavioral sciences chief.

[ He laughed a little and raised a brow. ]

Makes me wonder why we're all here? The door is only supposed to bring in the worst of us after all... Great food for thought for a psychologist huh?

[ Hopefully his question would distract Lance, have him thinking about what he said rather than trying to psychoanalyze him. ]