Exchange PI What We Do in the Shadows

[Brooke Hansen]

“Yes.” Brooke nodded with a deep and deliberate motion. “Being this god damned—” She struggled to remember the adjectives Wil used to describe her. “—Extraordinary or magnificent or whatever without practice is fuckin’ difficult.”

[Wil Carter]

Wil's eyes widened and he just... stared at her for a few beats. Perhaps he needed to cut back on his positive comments, since they really seemed to stress Brooke out, something he wanted to avoid.

Instead of trying to reassure her that she didn't have worry about or pay attention to anything he said - and possibly make her feel even more uncomfortable - Wil grinned and took a few respectful steps backward, toward the door.

“Right. Well, I'll leave you to it, then,” he said, gesturing to Brooke with the hand holding the bottle of orange juice. “See you later.”

Then he turned, reached for the door, opened it and left, closing the door behind him.