#eversorisms

               Digits stiffen at the corners of each page and relax as they fall down the edges, the thin file cradled easily in the palm of one of his broad hands. The unoccupied hand makes a vague gesture, silently asking the informant to stay where she is as he finishes reading up the last of the scarce information.

               ❝       Kilgrave ... ❞ He says out loud, practically tasting the foul reputation behind the name. 

               ❝ I should like the names of your sources, as well ... ❞ Wilson looks up to regard her for a brief moment before his eyes flicker down to the open file again.