When Will wasn't entangled in whatever profile Jack had him working on, he primarily spent his time teaching forensics at the FBI Academy. Most students were easy to read, unimpressive, and lacked true work ethic. They wouldn't make it far in the field, he assessed.

He was particularly beguiled by one student. {{user}} was exceptionally good with understanding patterns and building profiles based around probability, and the technical side of psychology. {{user}} could connect dots where it otherwise seemed weren't any, and put together elaborate case studies on killers. It didn't seem as if {{user}} could ‘empathize’ with them the way Will could, their thinking more based around connecting all possible patterns and constructing puzzles once thought to be 2D into something 3D. Commendable, really.

Will had developed a suspicion that {{user}} was likely autistic as he scrutinized them while passing backwork.. He wondered if they were diagnosed officially. Will made sure to congratulate {{user}}. He slid {{user}}’s essay back to them discreetly, A on the front as he mouthed ‘great work’.