Of all the agents they could have sent, they just [i]had[/i] to send the least personable human William had ever met on the face of the earth. Taya could only run interference for so long, but eventually the tension between  he and Agent Archer was going to come to a head. He’d probably end up getting shot at one point, but that would only serve to enrage him all the more. Staring the man down for several seconds, William Took it as a small victory when the other finally looked away. Granted, it had been mostly because of what his partner had said, but he would count the instance as a victory nevertheless.

Eyes turning to Taya, he hoped his expression softened as he intended it to do, William looked introspective for a moment. Resisting the Resurging urge to growl at her partner, he instead directed his response to Agent Turner.

“If such lore has been published, I’m sure there are those higher up than me that are aware of it. But trust me when I say,” a wry smile briefly twisted his lips, “if there was [i]any[/i] cure for this curse, every wolf would have been made aware of it. Some struggle more than others, but we all wish it could be otherwise on some level. Regardless,” he continued, briefly looking back towards Eli, “I won’t pass the detail along.”

[i]‘Not to mention that I would be first in line if such a method existed. And then finally, I’d be free to join Cathy and the boys,’[/i] he added silently to himself, his expression briefly growing somber.

Eyes trailing back to the file as The conversation shifted to the visit to the morgue, William caught a hint of the fear scent that Taya unconsciously exuded, though it was muted due to being only from a memory. Still, it had his blue eyes returning to her hazel ones, a stab of sympathy going through him. On impulse, he reached out across the table and took one of Taya’s hands and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I understand. You don’t need to worry on my account,“ he said softly, holding her gaze for several seconds before giving her hand another gentle squeeze and leaning back in his chair. A sad smile touched his lips then. “Our food is on its way, If you still have an appetite after all this.”

And indeed, not mini moments later, Lucy stepped back into the room, a large tray balanced expertly before her. She approached swiftly, apparently making an effort not to infuriate Agent Archer this time, and began dividing the food.

“Here’s that special for you Taya,” she chirped cheerfully, setting a plate down in front of the young woman, “and here’s your double double sir,“ she added with a brief giggle as she set down a pair of plates in front of William.

The smell of hot, fresh, food had William‘s stomach automatically growling in anticipation and it was hard for him to not instantly pick up the nearest cheeseburger and begin eating. He instead made a polite comment about how delicious everything looked when asked, smiling briefly as he collected a few napkins from the dispenser.

“I also brought some extra drinks four y’all so that you won’t need to be interrupted,” she added, the nearest hint of snap in her words as she briefly glanced towards Eli before she gave the other two a beaming smile and started out of the room with a wave. “You no where to find me if you need anything. Enjoy!“

As soon as The door clicked behind Lucy, William‘s gaze flickered to Taya, even as he resettled the file back onto the table from where he had slid it into his lap. After confirming she had taken her first bite, he finally picked up the nearest cheeseburger, the half paper wrapping on it crinkling. He took an experimental bite first, But it was quickly followed up by a second larger mouthful. Taya had been correct in asserting that the food was rather good here. Much better than he had been anticipating.

As he tried a couple of the french fries, William asked one of the questions that had occurred to him while he had been perusing the files. “Other than their hearts missing, are there any other similarities between the injuries? Do they know if they were made by straight edged weapons? Saw tooth? Or does it look more... animalistic?“ Alright, Maybe not the most cheerful of topics to discuss over a meal, but he was sure it would make Agent archer happy, or some equivalent of the emotion, to have him pursuing the matter at hand rather than make small talk. He cast Agent Turner an apologetic glance.