Will's eyebrows shot up rather quickly. Was she describing her curse, or his? Just then he wasn't sure anymore. But he nodded.
"Sometimes when you see things it's hard to tell what's real, and what had happened hours, or days, prior." That's how it was when he watched crime scenes unfold. Especially when he had been sick. It had been very hard to tell who's hands were who's. His or the killers. Not wanting to expose her to that he shook it off. Forced the thoughts away. "I don't know that I would call it privilege. I call it a curse."