Ah...a lot. Of the little ones. Not the big ones. Think it has to do with volume, with mass. It's a lotta little ones, couple medium sized ones, or a really, really big one. [For how "broken" his explanation is, it still comes out confidently. Will isn't familiar with explaining his findings when it comes to research, to experimentation. Not to anyone who could understand it, at least, and when he found people who did, he rarely had to explain it all. Class was different. He had control of a class in ways he didn't in the lab, in casual conversation. And the fact was Will had done some of his power experimenting when he wasn't all there. Nothing like a lot of booze to make a man wonder what happened if he shot a tiny shadow stag, right? Definitely just booze, yes. He hadn't roomed with a drug dealer for ages or anything. sweats] The little ones, they're helpful for minor tasks. When I don't wanna get the remote or fetch something myself.

[One hand runs over the back of his neck, smile slightly sheepish as he crosses the gap between them. Yeah, yeah, give him weird-ass shadow powers and he finds the most domestic (to his thinking, normal and efficient) ways to use it, probably not too impressive or respectable to someone who deals with legitimate superheroes. And supervillains. And who maybe wanted to be one at some point, he can't say for sure on that line of things...but the Harrison Wells who stopped a boat burglary seemed happy. Happier than this one.]

Calculations, huh. Anything you need a hand with?

[He is, at least, a physical body should Harrison need one.]