Yeah, this guy had better hope medications work on vampires. Looks like he needs fucking lithium. Daniel regards him, watches the way his gaze does that odd, purposeful wander; something he's seen before. Wanting to take everything in, but terminally uncomfortable with eye contact. A profiler who's still working a case despite having died, maybe insane? Oh, Louis. What the fuck did you do.
"I wonder who that could be."
A joke. Probably the loon he did a prep interview with a few days ago, who spent the entire session sounding very polite, but thinking very rudely. Mostly about how bad the elderly taste, dried out, overworked, unappetizing old meat, with precontaminated innards from leaky guts and sloughing grey matter and crumbling spines. Not the first serial killer, or cannibal, Daniel's interviewed. Just the first one whose mind he could read the whole time.
"Hey." He stops, tilts his head. Ungracefully making an effort to force eye contact. "Are you okay? I mean that in a 'have you come to terms with being dead' way, but I'm accepting of all other ways, if you want to talk about whatever."
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"I wonder who that could be."
A joke. Probably the loon he did a prep interview with a few days ago, who spent the entire session sounding very polite, but thinking very rudely. Mostly about how bad the elderly taste, dried out, overworked, unappetizing old meat, with precontaminated innards from leaky guts and sloughing grey matter and crumbling spines. Not the first serial killer, or cannibal, Daniel's interviewed. Just the first one whose mind he could read the whole time.
"Hey." He stops, tilts his head. Ungracefully making an effort to force eye contact. "Are you okay? I mean that in a 'have you come to terms with being dead' way, but I'm accepting of all other ways, if you want to talk about whatever."