With all the things he had been through since he initially met Hannibal, since the inflamed brain, since the high-security psychiatric hospital, Will no longer had the full body nervousness around people, but he still shifted his gaze so he never - or rarely- made eye contact. Will scoffed at the flirtation.
"I was too mentally unstable for them. When I felt more stable, we tried to capture someone-" He paused swirling the liquid in his glass before taking a sip. "And one person lost their life, two others were severely injured and I was nearly perfectly gutted so that I wouldn't die." His tone held notes of disdain and yet pride. The entire situation brought a lot into focus while swimming in massive pools of blood.
Licking his lips, he shrugged. "I think they took my months of recovery and refusal to speak to them as a resignation." For as dark as his mind could go, it was a wonder anyone would want to flirt with him. He never really knew if Alana's flirtations were more because he was broken and her desire to fix him or if she actually liked him. It did not matter anymore, they both missed that bullet.
"Sorry," he smiled. "My life has always kind of revolved around the dark."