Something was wrong with this doctor. Will gave him a careful look as he spoke, talking about theoretical proteins and promoters and ... did he actually use the word fornication? It was like somebody'd brought a 19th century science textbook to life.
That didn't change the fact that everything Archer said grated more and more on Will's nerves. He glared at the doctor now, feeling the shadowy darkness that constantly lingered on the edge of his mind wake itself up again and start to creep forward. It had just had a whole night to exert itself, and now ... well, now he needed it again. To show this smartass just how smart he was being.
"It wouldn't." He liked being grounded in reality, and he was currently holding on to it by a couple of very thin threads. "It doesn't matter how fancy you can make life look or how much you can try and take from ... from whatever the hell it is that just happened. In the end, everyone dies."
Will gave Archer a very pointed look, pausing with his hand on the banister down to the landing of the fourth floor.