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Ah, that's better. He can't think of a single place where his fingers fit so perfectly, like this, no dog or fishing lure is enough to take him away. The smile that her acceptance brings turns into a short laugh, he beams at the summary. Such an ass, such a now at peace and content ass with her by his side, eyes alight with love and warmth. Even the threat of having his life razed to the ground won't wash it away.

If it ever happens, he'll deserve it.

"But I'm your ass." Hopelessly devoted, he is, bringing up their hands to press a quick kiss to her knuckles. "And you know what happens in the case of divorce. You told me if you ever broke this off, you expect me to love you enough to seduce you again. I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth. You can't run forever."

Still light, still adoring. And he thinks April knows what he means, exactly, even if his words can be warped. If it's part of one of their games, some test, yes, Will would pursue her without a thought in his head to doing otherwise. But should it stem from something serious, something earnest, a break up of actual rejection...then that's it, and the way he'll show her he loves her is to let them both move on.

He isn't here to rule her to life completely, and should a day ever come where the threads are torn and worn and broken beyond repair, Will won't be that one asshole who can never let anything go, who makes her feel afraid, who makes her worry she'll look out the window of her new place and see dark antlers watching her every move.

He is an ass. He is her ass.

She can cut that cord, in all seriousness, and he won't prove himself worse than an ass. Not in April's direction. Not ever.

Oh, she knew. There were many, many times in this life that April may be afraid for Will Graham. Physically, mentally, emotionally, fashionably. But it never had and, so far as she was concerned, never would enter her mind to be afraid of him. He was an emotional vampire, but he was hers. Secrets and scars and all. And if she demanded a divorce, chances were it was just to get wedding gifts and a honeymoon all over again.

But that would be a sexy wedding anniversary someday. For now, mostly placated by the promises, April gives a small groan as she, somehow without breaking contact with his hand or either of their fingers, rolls up to straddle his stomach and hunch down to look him in the eye, all her weight on her knees as her hair falls down to block the view of the few remaining raccoons.

"I love you, ass. But I skipped out to yell. I've gotta finish some Jeff stuff...so don't cuddle with another shrink or whatever before I get back."

He looks up at her with the same overwhelming adoration, though her position causes the smile that creeps over his face to be the first sign of anything suggestive since he walked in. Can he be blamed? He is naught but a man with the love of his life firmly nestled over a carved smile, hidden through his undershirt. The smile he doesn't even think about, the ugly scar he wouldn't make any move to stop her from seeing even if he was bare. Because in most aspect of his life, he does try to keep himself naked to April's eyes.

That he's managed to fail in one regard he wanted to keep her blind to is not something that will destroy them, he sees. It's something to learn from, to grow. And as he looks all loving and ready to bring her down to the mattress with him for the rest of the day, Jeff be damned, he's not thinking how he'll learn to be guarded in a different light. He's thinking about her face, her skin, the feel of her legs around him, warmth and safety and comfort and everything he never believed he could have, everything he worries at night that he in no way deserves.

"You got it. I'll be here when you get back." His fingers tighten around hers, bringing them back to his mouth for another kiss as his eyes stay on her face, as his mouth keeps its smile. "I love you, too."

[What is out of line now? When everything is terrible and inappropriate, all bets are off.]

Yes, and I still am. I just hadn't expected him to...blab, let's call it.

... okay.

[ A measured pause, then more softly: ]

I thought-- I dunno. [ Crane could have been exaggerating to get under her skin. ] I don't want you getting hurt.

Suggestive, hm? She smirks, leaning down...to kiss him on the forehead before rolling off and away. Make-up sex was fun sex, but she's got a little more thinking about that fight to do before diving into afternoon delight. Still, now that the serious parts- the stuff that matters- has been aired out for the moment, she may take part in some over the top dramatic fake screaming and yelling later that night. Just to really get in the full mood, of course. All that good old fashioned pinning to walls, clothes ripping, and other loud things involved in fight/make-up/fight sex that result in the fun kind of emotional scaring of the children hearing them down the hall.

Maybe. Time would tell. For now, she's straightening her shirt with her hands and simultaneously trying to nudge her shoes out from under the bed with one foot.

"Go big with dinner. I'm owed. And might need throwing wine."

So, you know, Will. Don't wear the nice plaid shirt to dinner, either.

I don't want me to get hurt, either.

[You know, unless that hurt comes from Hannibal Lecter, he's so dreamy. And also probably halfway across the ocean by now, in another world, all is well. Things are great.]

He did much worse to everyone else. That's where the focus should be.

I can focus on you and everyone else at the same time.

[ She says so gently. ]

Because you're...

You are... ahaha...

... important...

You are important to me, too, Sasha.

[This is less awkward now that he has much more practice with Abigail around. Not that Sasha was ever a replacement, of course, but there are some similarities.]

I'm sorry if I've worried you.

[...that's more awkward.]

We really need macaroni art. I'll get the cubs on it.

O-Oh! No, you don't need to apologize!

[ That gets her flustered. Will apologizing to her. ]

... Dr. Crane makes everything worse!

Today has been a whirlwind, and there is temptation to just settle back until he effectively melts into the comforter, becomes one with their mattress, and mentally wades into the quiet of the stream. However. April is making her way out and that means Will can get a view of the backside, so he follows her with his eyes, halfway tilting his head off where she's left him (for Jeff, if Will is ever banished, then Jeff taking over would never be a surprise), arms loosely draped over his stomach in the place of anyone else to hold.

"So lots of options. Can do."

Planning his raid of local restaurants while eyeing April on the move, who said a cannibal couldn't successfully multitask, keep things separated? He can do that, no problem, gives her an appreciative smile and a nod.

"Tell Jeff to bring home his own damn salad, otherwise he'll have to deal with real food."

offer rewards and turn it into a competition you'll be SWIMMING in macaroni art

I wouldn't tell him that, if I were you.

[Will's advice past that probably sounds hypocritical and borderline condescending, so he leaves it there.]

Ugh...

If I ever saw him again I'd -- [ no, not throw tomatoes that's a perfectly good waste of food ] glitter bomb him.

[ Or shoot him with an arrow. Glitter bomb arrow. ]

[It's only a small part of the fate he deserves, really.]

Generous of you, considering he's openly begging for much worse.

Hnn...

He wants us to do something bad, doesn't he? To prove some kind of point.

Something bad?

[He takes a second, mulling that over. He speaks slower than usual, in a way that suggests he's thinking aloud rather than under the impression Sasha can't keep up.]

There isn't anything to be done that can't be warped to sound bad. If we leave him alone and to his devices, then we've done something bad by not doing anything at all. If he's caught and put through suitable punishment, he can argue that it's bad because it's not enough, that the government is afraid to do more. If someone finds him and, say, sets him on fire, that's murder and unless it's from someone who doesn't care about taking life, that's also bad. If it is from someone who has no concern over taking life, then they're bad for that lack of concern.

[So basically.]

I think he's curious what will happen. Whatever does happen, he'll find a way to twist it. Because that's what he is, and that's the only way he can perceive the world outside of himself.

All of those sound bad when put like that...

[ But Crane needs to be locked away. That much she's sure of. ]

It's a very bad situation in the first place. Difficult to imagine anything that will make it good. But does it matter what he thinks, Sasha? Now that he's shown us all just what he does when he gets enough power, when he puts his mind to it. Does his opinion really mean anything to you?

... no.

[ It takes her a few moments to come to this conclusion, but there's a firmness to her words. Crane had likely been messing with her and everyone else from the start, under the guise of a "helpful" doctor.

What a fucker. ]

No, it doesn't. Not anymore.

[What a fucker indeed. And that's a good step for her to take, better than her actually caring way more now that Crane's gone and pulled his mask on.]

Good. Hold onto that. He may try to challenge you on it at some point. If he does, remember this talk we've had. Remember what you said just now. Don't let him shake you.

Yes... right.

[ She'll practically engrave it in her mind. ]

I won't.

And... you won't let him do any more things to you, will you?

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