( Graham is silent and contemplative. he wouldn't have considered it without plenty of time to think about — back in Storybrooke, he'd been in charge of an odd device made for slipping under seams of car doors to open the lock from the inside. the logic was much the same, and it made a great deal of sense, even if it might be a bit tricky to manage without a little bit of time. )
Clever, ( he muses, and apparently that's all he has to say about that. look, Fugo, he's called the Huntsman, not the Conversationalist. he lifts a brow at the confession about hotel rooms — Fugo might not be paying him very much mind, but the Woodhurst PD badge is quite evident near his belt — though in the end he doesn't care much about quick fingers, as long as they're not made to be his problem. things were simply things. he'd never seen the point in getting overly attached to them. )
I doubt I've ever had anything worth stealing, but I'll bear that in mind.
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Clever, ( he muses, and apparently that's all he has to say about that. look, Fugo, he's called the Huntsman, not the Conversationalist. he lifts a brow at the confession about hotel rooms — Fugo might not be paying him very much mind, but the Woodhurst PD badge is quite evident near his belt — though in the end he doesn't care much about quick fingers, as long as they're not made to be his problem. things were simply things. he'd never seen the point in getting overly attached to them. )
I doubt I've ever had anything worth stealing, but I'll bear that in mind.