[ The question earned Jean-Claude a small, aggrieved huff. Honestly the vampire was as impossibly invasive as Hannibal, always with the questions and always with questions that lead the conversation into mental minefields.
And like Jean-Claude, the similarities left him grieving for the monster he'd left behind. Can't live with him, can't live without him. He could picture Hannibal's self satisfied smirk in his mind's eye and even as he wanted to punch that smugness through the floor, he ached to see that damn face.
God but he was fucked up.
Reaching up, Will rubbed his fingers over his eyes and struggled against the urge to be curish and snap that he they didn't need to be exchanging life stories. He recognized it as curish and that Jean-Claude had truly not done anything to deserve the edge of his prickly temper. Not that Will always needed a reason to be prickly; hell half the time Zeller was a target simply for breathing.
Lowering his hand, he looked back up and towards the street as they walked along. ]
Officially, I'm an instructor with the FBI. I teach courses on behavioral science, specifically of serial killers.
I also act as a special investigator for the BAU unit. When they have the really bad ones, they bring me in because I have a way of profiling the evidence. [ Which all sounded very nice and academic. ]
I have a very vivid imagination, the psychiatrists like to call it pure empathy. I can assume the view point of anyone I come into contact with, put their skin on if you will and see through their eyes. It helps make the profiles incredibly detailed and leads to arrests but I don't always get out of the dark places without something coming with me.
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And like Jean-Claude, the similarities left him grieving for the monster he'd left behind. Can't live with him, can't live without him. He could picture Hannibal's self satisfied smirk in his mind's eye and even as he wanted to punch that smugness through the floor, he ached to see that damn face.
God but he was fucked up.
Reaching up, Will rubbed his fingers over his eyes and struggled against the urge to be curish and snap that he they didn't need to be exchanging life stories. He recognized it as curish and that Jean-Claude had truly not done anything to deserve the edge of his prickly temper. Not that Will always needed a reason to be prickly; hell half the time Zeller was a target simply for breathing.
Lowering his hand, he looked back up and towards the street as they walked along. ]
Officially, I'm an instructor with the FBI. I teach courses on behavioral science, specifically of serial killers.
I also act as a special investigator for the BAU unit. When they have the really bad ones, they bring me in because I have a way of profiling the evidence. [ Which all sounded very nice and academic. ]
I have a very vivid imagination, the psychiatrists like to call it pure empathy. I can assume the view point of anyone I come into contact with, put their skin on if you will and see through their eyes. It helps make the profiles incredibly detailed and leads to arrests but I don't always get out of the dark places without something coming with me.