It felt more like an ambush than a briefing, his brows already knotted long before he got to the room. It had been stuck that way since he got the call from Crawford. The problem was it was an agonizingly crystalline attempt, one that Will could see through almost immediately. His irritation had little to do with her personally, mostly the situation, and the way it was all terribly inconvenient for him.
Will resigns himself to his fate because if there was ever an unmovably stubborn force, it existed in the six-foot intransigent stature of the head of the bureau. He was in no position to refuse because he wasn’t really being given any choice. In this particular case, he was assigned a partner, an affront Will had already made known, rebuked by a gruff and unimpressed Crawford. The message was clear– do his job, do not create problems where they needed none. So, Will finds himself in the room with Miss Price, besieged with the nuisance of the situation. He doesn’t smile, nor does he offer her a hand, sinking into his seat as his file of papers is dropped before him on the table, gaze remarkably capricious.
“Hopefully, I didn’t keep you waiting too long. Traffic was horrible on the way in. Sorry I am late.” He is making efforts, at least. / @thoughtchaos
