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[ abigail looks at it stupidly for a moment, as if she doesn't quite understand, even as her closes her hand around it. no, she will never say no to a gift from will. (money doesn't count.) ]

Thanks. [ a beat. ] Actually, could you do me a favor? It'll be quick and probably painless.

Rather be headbutted than have my throat ripped out.

[Not that she has any problems with dogs, she likes them, but she isn't inclined to forget where they came from and what they're capable of.]

I have only spoken to Danger. She is, after all, my patient. Gideon had long ago forfeited that opportunity.

[Chilton had theories, of course. He knew intimately well what dark daggers poked into Gideon's paranoid brain -- after all, had not Chilton poised most of them? Gideon, dissociative and homicidal, wasn't a born serial killer. But he had been bred into one.

Chilton could not escape his own guilt, even if he never heard it whisper to him.]

I'm not the messenger. [Arrows and bullets happened to messengers.] Who do you think is going to be blamed, if you go snooping?

[The look that crosses his face—he is the weariest, most burdened man in the world in this moment. Not that people don't call his shit out for what it is back home, of course, but it's usually much ruder or in much more complicated manners, involving metaphors and similes that crumble apart halfway through but they keep on anyway.]

Rather be headbutted if I knew mead was attached instead of just milk.

[So there.]

[His eyebrows knit together just enough to show a little confusion, though at what isn't easy to tell. Confusion that she would ever think he wouldn't do her a favor, confusion at the idea of a favor for her being painless, confusion at the fact of the matter that she's asking instead of just saying it. Though, being polite does pay off. Perhaps that's the lesson everyone ends up learning the hard way. The hard, dead, painful way.]

Sure. What do you need?

[It sounds normal enough, a regular conversation between two people. But Abigail is Abigail and could ask him for favors that don't qualify as normal at all and...well, like hell he'd deny her too much.

Not referencing money, either.]

[There is so much to say about the idea of opportunity in regards to Chilton and Gideon, things that run through his head but don't quite make it to his fingers. Rehashing the same old shit won't do anybody any good, and Chilton's been through a future where he's sure to have heard an earful or two from Will. If not face-to-face, then through some sort of monitoring process. Better to just let it go for now, to not take every opportunity to whisper that guilt.]

Snooping and fishing are two different things. [Not a messenger, no. Waving a banner pretty loud and clear, though, whether he meant to or not.] I don't see how any blame could be reasonably put on you if fishing goes wrong on my end. I'm not your patient. I'm not your friend. I'm just a guy who's come across you for work a few times. [The one thing that Will hides behind whenever questions get uncomfortable, that right there. How would he know either Chilton or Gideon very well? They've only met for work! He can't know them much just from that, come on now.] I'm not doing you a favor. I'm doing it for me. That's where the blame should go.

[This time.]

Any other bloody shirts to wave in front of my nose while you've got me?

[Bloodhounds.]

[ setting the cat down gently, she pulls her phone out of her back pocket. ] Picture?

[ of him.

with her.

s...elfie??? ]

Honestly, I doubt Danger would appreciate your specious claim on the difference. She is such a highly efficient mechanism.

[And much too aware of human behavior. After all, when she had come into Chilton's room late at night to inject him, she knew he would succumb before the threat of force. She knew that he would calculate his options and that he understood he could not win that battle.]

But she'll know I tipped you. And I doubt she'll appreciate your logic, mind, I'm saying this right after I called her highly efficient -- but she is prone to biased emotions. And she is not pleased with me overall.

[Perhaps he had said too much, again, he thought after having sent that text. But it was self-explanatory, wasn't it? He knew that Will could make the argument on how any given person could be none too pleased with Chilton, overall.]

No other scents to hound. I'll give you a whistle if I change my mind, however.

[He watches, careful, uncertain, and then...

Ah.

That's a smile, that's the ticket—though he'd never phrase it aloud in such a way, of course not. Still, the way his face lights up is enough of a tell that yes, this is one favor he can definitely oblige, something that's not painful for him at all.]

You got it.

[But not with the stupid hat, which ends up making his more ruffled. Not that he cares when he leans in to join her, not at all bothered about keeping distance. He can follow directions well enough, can listen to a count down, can hold still. But even if she "clicks" on 2 instead of 3, there's still that smile plastered on his face. And even though he keeps his eyes forward, he still ends up looking like he'd rather be keeping his eyes all on her.

God he looks so happy.]

[ snip snip, watch out or that messy hair will be gone...

abigail holds the phone steady, thumb brushing against the click half of the point and click, it means she takes about fifty pictures since she doesn't let up even as she's stretching up to bridge some of the height difference. it also means there are a handful of shots where she's looking up at will before a smile spreads across her face and her head tips to lean in against him. when she lets up her thumb the last picture comes with a resounding CLICK.

immediately, her focus turns to the phone as she scrolls through the mess of pictures to find one she deems acceptable of the both of them -- no blinking, no stupid faces, actually looking at the camera -- and flicks her finger to send it to will's phone, eyes drifting back up. ]

Thanks.

[Blah blah blah blah blah blah, profiles a patient to someone without permission, follows it up with saying she's not pleased with him, Will has no idea why that would be. Of course, he's well aware that talking to him is a bit different than talking to every Tom, Dick, and Harry around about a patient, different from having a wagging tongue...

Again, plenty of things to say, not a one of them helpful. Bite his tongue, settle his fingers, move along as best he can.]

I'll keep all of that in mind. [Please stop talking to me about this I just want to breed crickets in peace.] Let's keep the whistling to a minimum in regards to this. If it involves Baltimore, let me know. Go to the police with anyone else. I've got a bait shop to run.

[That use of "specious" is a good one. He hasn't been muzzled, exactly, but he's still got that scenthound, sighthound quality that can be called upon when the time is right. And while he might have issues with the bloody mess of a crew gathered here, well. They're still his people, for better or worse.

For better or worse for everyone involved, more than he realizes.]

You're loyal to the pack, so to speak?

[Will's interest in the Baltimore core would, in other circumstances, be somewhat engaged with an emotion. But Chilton knew that the FBI's darling had his priorities.]

Fear not, I don't plan to keep you out of the loop. I'm keeping clean on our arrangement.

And you have the others to look out for.

[oh will]

Not a fan of milk?

[And now she's just mocking him a little, teasing, because they've had enough a somber mood for now, she thinks.]

So to speak.

[That would be a yes, yes he is. Chilton's right about Will having his priorities. Whether he likes it or not, every single person originating from their world has become something of a number one, which makes any emotions about it all better to ignore. Too messy, best to keep clinical.]

You keep clean, I'll keep clean. [Which means nothing is clean, but there's no one around to call that much out. Thankfully. He's ignoring the loop mention, doesn't expect Chilton to suddenly just blurt out the one big part of the loop that he's been missing, the loop that wrapped around his neck and hung him as it smiled and called him friend. It's good for all involved for Will to remain in the dark.] Fear not, I have enough time to look out for everyone.

[The wholly unnecessary reminder that a certain someone is still keeping track of Frederick Chilton's every public move in between playing with nasty bugs, customers, crossword puzzles, and a mundane life he's desperate to cling to as long as possible.]

I'll talk to you later.

[It's an inevitability.]

I'll hold you to that, Will.

[Eerie parting words -- as he intended, in his dubious last grasp for authority.]

[There's plenty of stupid faces to be on his end, of course, but that smile stays present. Stays present even after the last CLICK, doesn't falter until his ass pocket lets out a noise and he pats it, a moment of confusion before he realizes that, yes, of course, Abigail just sent him something. That's why it's going off. He doesn't pull it out, won't look at it until she's gone, doesn't want anyone around to see him when...well, he'll probably wander off the to the back room or the rooms full of live bait to give himself some proper, alone time to take it all in without risking anyone seeing that shouldn't.

Easier to get away with rubbing his nose and slightly reddened eyes if he's walking out of a room full of crickets, anyway.]

Any time. [The polite thing to say, but his voice isn't just polite. It's a promise without being a promise, and Ziggy gets a pat to her ears before he picks her back up and hands her off. He might not be a cat lover, but he sure seems to have it on lock with this one. Holds her like a beloved family member, even, as opposed to a nasty creature he can't believe he's anywhere near.] Tell me if you need anything else for hairball here.

Not if there's an alcoholic alternative, no.

[There's one in his hand right now, one that is a little much for someone to finish in a single go—or not, apparently. There it goes. Thunder's getting closer, he's had a few unfriendly thoughts related to a god who's all about the storms and lightning in the presence of a Valkyrie, but there's no fear that that counts for anything in this world.

The way he looks at her, though: I know what you're doing, Kara, let my face tell you that much.]

[She just shrugs; she doesn't care if he knows what she's doing, it's not like being subtle has ever been her kind of thing.]

Could be baileys in the milk.

[What.]

[ ♫ hard bargain -- ron sexsmith ]

'kay. [ and with ziggy stardust, defender of the galaxy or whatever, in her arms and stupid picture on her phone, she turns and scampers out without another word or even a goodbye. so she can go buy a cat bed and print out and frame that picture.

and then put it in her room.

to look at when she's lonely/depressed/scared/sad/any emotion that probably isn't good. because right now, in this place, will is an anchor. not holding her down, but holding her steady. ]

Are there any shops in Heropa that sells parkas?

[ She is having trouble finding one so far. ]

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[Aw.]

Depends on what you're looking for. I've got a couple in store.

[Dad strikes again.]

[Well, if she's going to be like that, Will can return it. He certainly can. He frequently deals with April Ludgate, sometimes a vampire queen, sometimes a human, always ready to spout bullshit and slowly growing prepared for Will to bring it up later. He can roll with this.]

That's the reason I buy my own milk and put my name on the jugs. One of my roomies found that out the hard way.

[The breakfast of champions is alcoholic cereal. Also this never happened.

The single drop of rain that manages to hit the knee of his pants did happen, but it's ignored. Stop begging for attention, Thor.]

Something that can deal in very cold temperatures. I am going to Alaska this weekend.

Give me a minute, okay? I'll get right back to you.

[He hangs up for just a minute, but only so he can send her a picture. And then.]

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