[ Taking the mug with a thankful nod, Will took a sip before he spoke. Of course, it was far too sweet for him but he wouldn't complain or ask for another, he was just happy he'd been offered one in the first place. ]

Have you tried?

[ A genuine question. Asked casually as he turned his attention back to the one with the Pelican. Will listened, it was what he did. He listened not only to the spoken word but to the emotions behind it, to the memory it dug up in his dear friend. Dear friend? Now that was a new one... Not that Will really gave the feeling much though. ]

Never could stomach that feeling you get. Y'know that one, like the pit of your stomach is now behind your grit teeth. Don't think I could free fall... Not physically anyway.

[ A strange thing to say, though, to Will, most of his job was free falling, blind into the lives and minds of those deranged and dangerous. Why was it so different to do it physically rather than emotionally? ]

Can't you jump here?

[ A pause, as Will mused on something more personal. ]

What's it feel like? I've never...

[ Shaking his head, placing the mug back to his lips. Maybe he could get used to sweet coffee? ]