“— I’m sorry.”
[She can’t just say I’m a telepath and find you interesting but if she could, she would.]

❝It’s fine.❞
Words barely audible,
an attempt of a smile is
is soon set in place but
falters mere moments
after. The profiler is tired,
exhausted even, his
energy worn thin.
❝Can I help you —- ?❞
Contemplation is put in act - his mind attempting to string together a sentence to roll off of the tip of his tongue....
How was it that a person whom was rumored to be so intelligent was so nervous in manner? to the demon, he gave off the...
She tried not to seem too eager, it’s easy to see how tired he is. But she just has to ask. Just to clear her mind. “I...
“Ehm, c-could… you t-tell me where the n-nearest tube s-station is?”