He wouldn't label his own response as a mistake, exactly (usually when he made mistakes it was on a scale that lead to bodies dropping) but he did feel a twinge of regret. Not because he was afraid of being left to his own devices, he'd survive if he had to, but because he'd actually be enjoying Bucky's uncomplicated company.
Catching his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, Will weighed his misstep and his possible options before he held his position. He didn't expect that Bucky would appreciate being chased after, so he ... offered something instead. ]
My name is Will Graham. [ He said. He'd realized some time ago that they hadn't exchanged names. ] I'm an instructor with the FBI but I am also a special investigator on the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Which is a fancy way of saying that I profile, hunt and catch serial killers and then teach others how to do it.
[ For now he left off the 'I'm that guy who didn't kill all those people' which had been his snarky way of introducing himself for quite some time years ago.
He kept to the facts, giving Bucky the advantage of information as a way of apology. His hands were settled in his pockets and he exhaled a soft breath before offering, in a quieter tone. ]
I don't appreciate being psychoanalyzed either. I apologize.
I've only just arrived in this world, fresh from the portal. I haven't even visited where I'm supposed to be living while I'm here. My ... [ he searched for a word, lips twitching in a grin that was part grimace, before he continued. ] ... 'bad habits' are working over time.
[ Which was a way to say that his instincts as an investigator, and for survival were keyed to maximum as he tried to get his footing in a completely unfamiliar environment. ]
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He wouldn't label his own response as a mistake, exactly (usually when he made mistakes it was on a scale that lead to bodies dropping) but he did feel a twinge of regret. Not because he was afraid of being left to his own devices, he'd survive if he had to, but because he'd actually be enjoying Bucky's uncomplicated company.
Catching his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, Will weighed his misstep and his possible options before he held his position. He didn't expect that Bucky would appreciate being chased after, so he ... offered something instead. ]
My name is Will Graham. [ He said. He'd realized some time ago that they hadn't exchanged names. ] I'm an instructor with the FBI but I am also a special investigator on the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Which is a fancy way of saying that I profile, hunt and catch serial killers and then teach others how to do it.
[ For now he left off the 'I'm that guy who didn't kill all those people' which had been his snarky way of introducing himself for quite some time years ago.
He kept to the facts, giving Bucky the advantage of information as a way of apology. His hands were settled in his pockets and he exhaled a soft breath before offering, in a quieter tone. ]
I don't appreciate being psychoanalyzed either. I apologize.
I've only just arrived in this world, fresh from the portal. I haven't even visited where I'm supposed to be living while I'm here. My ... [ he searched for a word, lips twitching in a grin that was part grimace, before he continued. ] ... 'bad habits' are working over time.
[ Which was a way to say that his instincts as an investigator, and for survival were keyed to maximum as he tried to get his footing in a completely unfamiliar environment. ]