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[ BANS YOU. ]

... I wouldn't put this person before catching Crane if he wasn't important. [ A beat. ] Superman. He's my cousin.

He hasn't answered any of his messages all weekend. Something's wrong.

The raccoons do worse on my bed.

With each other or with Sharkbait?

[Superman talked to Jaime Reyes about Will once, he remembers that. Beats horse, is banned.]

Family's important. [UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY] I'll do what I can with the police. If no one makes Doctor Crane's name known on the Network soon, I'll do it myself. And keep an eye out for your cousin, just in case. [A pause, like maybe he shouldn't get into it...but it's quick and polite and honest, so. Why not?] Thanks for bringing this to me, Power Girl. I know we haven't always gotten along, or shared the same opinions...but we're more effective working together, not against each other.

Was that everything?

[The sudden abrupt change is caught, however short it might be, and he doesn't think it has anything to do with the food. Was the topic that unappreciated? He hates to dwell on it, but it's only a matter of fact. However awful it may be, reality can't be turned away from. Then all that's left are sad delusions.

His eyes remain steady as he speaks, only subtlety trying to press for more information with his gaze. The intensity shifts only slightly when Will looks to the television screen, and instead he folds his hands on the bar, going into a state of mind that he can only describe as "doctor" in the fullest. This is who he is when people need it of him and when he needs it of himself in the moment.]

Everyone automatically assumes more gifts are better, Will. It's less to do about what's appropriate and more to do with what seems natural. That everyone should want the most they can get out of life. [And maybe that's just the fault. Not everyone is willing to maximize their potential and life to the fullest. Not everyone wants it, for reasons beyond him. He pauses, mouth part open, and slowly smiles in a tease.] But if that's how you feel, I'll keep it in mind when the holidays come around.

[Yes he gets people Christmas gifts, he's not a total monster and he actually happens to enjoy the holiday.]

[Will is very accustomed to doctors, though his standards for what makes a good doctor are slightly different than most as the majority of doctors he deals with are psychiatrists. The good ones don't use their power to destroy lives or take too much interest in him and his pure empathy (Alana) and the bad ones are...well, they run the gamut from true monsters (Hannibal) to the lesser ones (Chilton) to simply anyone who finds out what Will uses his empathy for and thinks he should be some case study. He's generally on edge, in one way or another, around them, and for a moment, when Wells starts speaking about everyone as an undoubtedly learned man, Will bristles. Looks at him with furrowed brow, borderline incredulous. But no, Wells isn't into the psychiatric, is he? And he doesn't know about Will's issues enough for anything too doctor-y to actually be a threat, as far as Will knows.

But damn if there isn't a moment where it looks like Will is almost offended. His mind goes quickly to its own better place, applies a balm, and Will looks at his bar fries like a man who knows he should eat but currently finds that a bit of a problem.]

More gifts would be fine, it's...getting one wrapped in Happy Birthday paper but saying Merry Christmas instead. Not that I'm torn up about it, that was reserved for the teenage years. [And not even for very long, if that wrinkle of his nose is anything to go by. Growing up poor did its number on Will before he could get too much of a big head about what was and what was not just owed him.] You're expecting to still be here for the holidays?

[That's refreshing. Unexpected. Will's clearly accepted that he has a place in this world and hopes it to be a longstanding one. Not the same with many others. Finding someone who isn't eager to talk about they'll have figured the Porter out by the holidays and get the hell out of here is...well, nice.

Not nice enough for him to eat his bar fries, though. Taking a drink? Hell yeah.]

[...Was what he said an issue? It seemed like it for a moment, but then it was dialed back. He was only saying what makes the most sense to him. Although, one of the things he's learned in the last decade is that his opinions and brand of honesty aren't often appreciated. Maybe Will is just sensitive? He's not really prepared to ponder that yet, not when this is a second conversation.

So he lets it pass, taking a drink from his glass and makes a small shrug when Will asks if he expects to be here.]

I'm not a...natural optimist, nor pessimist for that matter. Would I like to be able to say that? Certainly, but I don't see any reason to make an empty statement when I have nothing to back it up.

[The road home is never an easy one he finds. It took over a decade to even start coming close to going back the first time and the second time...he doesn't want it to take as long, doesn't want a chunk of his life wasted (people say you don't remember being here, but who can say for sure?), but he likes to be realistic about these things. Researching the porter has brought up very little and his current job doesn't line up with the time to study like back in his world.]

I've heard some people stay here for only a month. Others have been here for years. There may be no real pattern to the whims of this strange device that whisks people to and from their worlds. I'd like to understand it, but I won't bet on it to bend to my will.

[At least, not the way it is now. One day, maybe, but not today and not any time in the near future.]

Crane is dangerous. He's not the Crane from my world, but he's infamous. He's smart, too.

[ Chances are he's still carrying enough gas on him to harm others. There's no way he would run off unarmed.

She pauses, considering Will's words. ]

You're right. I say it's about time we put aside our differences. [ But... ] I'm still sorry I wasn't able to get justice for Freddie Lounds.

[ It's not the best time, but she needs to say it. ]

For now. I'm still on the lookout for Superman. The fact he's gone missing right before Crane's attack doesn't bode well.

Each other. Or alone idk. You know one of them made a salad on my pillow? Got balsamic everywhere. Still not sure if it was a sign of affection or horse head symbolism.

Really?

[Hmm hmm hmm. What does it all mean, in raccoon language?]

I'd believe it was the former. You make salads, they're trying copy you. Doing it your bed might be to show off their stuff or a sort of breakfast in bed gesture. I would take it as a good thing. They like you enough to watch you, try to do what you do, and share that with you.

Me too.

[Justice for Freddie Lounds, still a strange thing to think about. At least, though, whoever did it never went onto brag, didn't attack a Swear-In in a similar manner to show off their ass. He doesn't say anything about how she's right, this is odd timing for someone with the name Superman to go missing. She's aware of that very clearly, no need to rub it in.]

Good luck. [Hopefully someone finds Clark, too.] And thanks again for call. I'll be in contact with you in case anything helpful comes up.

I'm so glad to hear I'm not the next hit for the raccoon mafia. Either way, drool is probably just slightly better. Maybe.

You'd have to do a lot of work to replace me at the top of the list. I wouldn't worry if I was you, Jeff. If you're okay with him being your drool bed buddy, then so am I. April named him but maybe he wants to be YOUR dog.

He can be your drool bed buddy. I'd prefer something a little more refined. Less drool. Like gunther. You think sharkbait is much of a runner?

He's less refined in other ways. Stinkier ways, if you know what I mean. Probably not! But he is a bit of a dough boy, isn't he? You could use him on those runs.

You need to teach them to shower themselves. And clean up their own poop. Maybe he can come for a light jog. I don't wanna kill him.

Absolutely not. That's what I'm here for. You could carry him and bulk up your arms even more that way. If such a thing is possible with you.

You spoil them. And such a thing is possible. You just haven't seen my power in action.

No. I take care of them.

[Says the guy who makes all their food from scratch. Shh.]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours?

[Eye rolling at his phone, kthx.]

I've seen yours. Kind of. We're still talking about powers, right?

[Doubles the rent tbh.]

Right.

I can't show you. Not unless you're prepared to boost my ego a whole lot.

[Which is actually ridiculously easy. It's a miracle he's not done it in the house yet.]

I don't do that enough already?

Apparently not. I deserve it more.

So what, I just have to flatter you a lot and it kicks in?

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