[ Both given his precarious state and the nature of how this whole thing came to be. At least then he'd be able to focus, as opposed to knowing in a general sense that he was out in the field but not knowing what the hell he was doing—how long it would be until he was in this chair again, or worse.
He already had no doubt that the news would be on about this for quite some time, reminding him every time he turned on the TV (which wasn't often at all, considering how little time he spent at home, but even once would be too much)—an officer shot was big news, two officers, moreso. The fact that they were dispatched in place of a traditional SWAT team was bound to amplify that further.
William fell silent, weighing whether or not to bring up the matter of how he got wounded, the likelihood of a next time—it was bound to end in an argument as soon as it came to the fore, and Albert, independent as he was, was exceptionally unlikely to listen to him. It was sickening, the utter helplessness, filling him with the urge to yell or throw something or just leave. He chose not to say something, for the time being—there would be time for them to talk about this, and any added stress at all wasn't likely to be well-tolerated, physically speaking.
The length of the silence and the tension to his jaw was probably a good indicator of what he was thinking, but that much was lost on him. ]
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[ Both given his precarious state and the nature of how this whole thing came to be. At least then he'd be able to focus, as opposed to knowing in a general sense that he was out in the field but not knowing what the hell he was doing—how long it would be until he was in this chair again, or worse.
He already had no doubt that the news would be on about this for quite some time, reminding him every time he turned on the TV (which wasn't often at all, considering how little time he spent at home, but even once would be too much)—an officer shot was big news, two officers, moreso. The fact that they were dispatched in place of a traditional SWAT team was bound to amplify that further.
William fell silent, weighing whether or not to bring up the matter of how he got wounded, the likelihood of a next time—it was bound to end in an argument as soon as it came to the fore, and Albert, independent as he was, was exceptionally unlikely to listen to him. It was sickening, the utter helplessness, filling him with the urge to yell or throw something or just leave. He chose not to say something, for the time being—there would be time for them to talk about this, and any added stress at all wasn't likely to be well-tolerated, physically speaking.
The length of the silence and the tension to his jaw was probably a good indicator of what he was thinking, but that much was lost on him. ]