what doesn't kill you makes you ugly
"Oh, yeah," Tommy says, pulling another tupperware out of his backpack. He locks eyes with Wilbur, ocean blue meeting chocolate brown. "Dad told me to give some to you, too, since he made so much extra."
Wilbur raises an eyebrow. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Techno sit up straighter. "Never known a therapist to give their clients food." When Tommy pouts, he shrugs. "But, hey, I'm not going to pass up on free lunch. What did he make?"
"Meat," Tommy says simply, he and Techno both watching as Wilbur stabs a piece of sausage onto his fork and raises it to his mouth.
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Wilbur Soot was born with the ability to put himself into the mind of any criminal, from a pickpocket to a serial killer. It's this gift (or curse) that's made him the best criminal profiler the FBI's ever had. When he decides to start working on the case of the infamous serial killer "Angel of Death," though, things take a turn for the worse, and Wilbur starts to get lost in his own delusions.
Luckily, he manages to find refuge in the arms of his eccentric therapist and his two sons, a rich family with a fondness for extravagant dinner parties and delicious meat dishes.