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[Well if they're doing family dinners, they should let Abel Gideon carve. It's only fair.]

Shoot.

[Hunter humor. Haha! Ha...ha...ha...]

Did you really think I'd go back to Minnesota without telling you? [ "you, of all people" is what she really means. if she told no one, she would still tell will and freddie.

and leave a note for chilton, probably. disguised in a glitter bomb. ]

Edited (omg i'm trash. sob.) 2015-01-26 02:37 (UTC)

[Oh boy. That's always fun.]

Well. [That uncomfortable shifting is audible, on Will's end. The stool taking his weight makes that hissing noise, how dare someone sit on it so quickly and without warning.] Communicators show our names, unless they're...fixed to show something else. [He could be like me and read conversations whether or not they involve anyone he knows. Nope. No, not going down that road.] He could use whatever he'd gleaned to sound like he knew you. That's not. Unfeasible, really.

[Because Will's done it himself but shhhhh.]

[Tough questions!!!!]

No. [Confession is good for the soul and all. It's...quiet, not sad. He's got nothing to be sad about as long as she's back, after all.] It was all I could think to do, though.

Is Freddie back to normal?

I highly doubt it. [But he realizes that's not much to go on.] I'm pretty sure she'll let me know when she's back to herself, considering I spent 13 hours in the car listening to her go on and on about Uranus after I had her seen to for any physical damage.

[Actual Caregiver Will Graham. What even is the rest of Baltimore right now, he has no idea. He's not supposed to be the only sane one among them! But this is clearly not just about him at the moment, unfortunately. This poor guy.]

Can I ask how you know Dr. Chilton?

'cause I wouldn't. I would tell you.

[ she's satisfied with that answer. ]

I should go, call Jayden.

[He assumed. And, now, hopes she doesn't tell Chilton that, if he ever stops being his...godly self.]

Good idea. I'll be here when you get back.

'kay. I'll text when I get there.

[ and then hug you for ten years. also we're gonna need to action this fyi FOR REASONS. ]

Do you want me to grab anything while I'm out?

[It's like they're living a comedy of errors! Or a tragedy of lightning -- rather than the tragedy of lighting they're so used to.]

My city. [He likes that.] Would welcome you, of course. Especially considering your tendency towards sacrifice. [Direct quotation from his scripture.] That comes from your long experience with isolation.

I anticipate this serum.

He's my doctor.

Edited 2015-01-26 20:42 (UTC)

[Oh goodness uhm he's probably not supposed to compare notes with other patients of Frederick Chilton and the last time he did that with another doctor it didn't go well uhm uhm why this play it cool Will you can do it]

I hope he's back to his old self by the time your next session is scheduled.

[haha]

No thank you. We've stocked up on everything we need.

[FOR REASONS and actually now just realizing that April and Will moved out so pretend that's a thing that was discussed previously in this thread with directions shot Abigail's way NAUTICAL BEDS ALL WHO WONDER ARE NOT LOST IN THIS GUEST ROOM WOW

Nothing needs to be grabbed. Except Abigail. For, like, forty thousand years. The bae.]

[The worst lighting that ever did grace modern television. Prayer circle for all icon makers everywhere.

Ugh. Ugh! There's a part of Will tempted to ask for more from this scripture, curious, but that's a bit much. He'd "sold out" to Chilton before, might as well go the whole nine yards. Hook, line, and sinker. Swallow any feelings about what just came out of Chilton's mouth and continue on like this is just normal conversation between the two of them, nothing out of the ordinary going on here!]

We'll be there as soon as possible. [Even the best laid plans to possibly drug one's former psychiatrist can be torn asunder. It's not like a godly Frederick Chilton could do too much damage on his own to anything but his reputation, right?] Anything else you wanted to ask while you have me, or is that all?

[Where did that gross sweaty clammy feeling on his palms come from.]

Me more than you, I think.

[ la de da, however many indeterminate hours later, she texts that she's there (with a small backpack of clothes that she climbed up the porch awning to get instead of going up the stairs like a normal person so she wouldn't run into chilton) and hurries up the walkway. ]

Fine. Go get a map of the city. We'll fix this.

[ She scoots forward just enough to make it clear she means it. Get to it, Will. This is the new thing she wants to make her happy. April will just stay with the hamsters in the mean time. ]

Right. Let me know if there's anything I can do, though, okay? For him or you.

[Chilton had asked if Will was loyal to the pack, ages ago. Just because the pack currently doesn't remember who the hell Will Graham is doesn't mean that changes. He's no psychiatrist, doesn't want to be one, but...if this guy's involved enough with Chilton to get a call like Freddie and Will did, he can at least extend some courtesy his way.

Always good to have someone on call for a free lunch.]

...and even though I haven't been particularly chatty lately, he could have recognized me from Herr Doppelganger's escapades. [Muttering bitterly] It wouldn't be the first time my reputation's preceded me.

[Not directed towards Will, specifically, just towards... everything]

This shall do. [He says, his way of godly dismissal. Of course, whatever momentary finality seems communicated in his words, it's more an illusion than anything else; Chilton will most certainly discuss Will Graham, his martyr-knight, to anyone who's unfortunate enough to hit earshot range.]

If all goes well, you soon will find me in your dreams.

[Glad to end on a creepy note, compliments of Chilton still having that Chiltony foundation, implanted memories or no.]

[He can't hold it back, doesn't think it needs to be held back, lets out a laugh. It's more like a cross between a huff and a spit, but Will Graham and laughter aren't finely tuned with each other—that sound is good enough, gets across amusement. And not at Edgeworth's expense, one of those pffts because Will?

Yeah, he relates to that one, and it has nothing to do with ~empathy~ kicking in and going into overdrive.]

You're not the only one who'd have that particular issue. [Here, back home, both.] Listen, I— [Am a sad, troubled, unfortunate soul.] —dealt with people similar to Lunatic all the time back where I'm from, and...sometimes, the way they talk, it's. Like they do know you, even if they can't, or can't know much. They're good at picking up on the little things, the things that could be used to wound, what's not physical. They're observant. They can get in your head, and that's damage, too. But you have to consider the source. The one who's saying that to you? Has their own damage. I've always tried to keep that in mind.

[Says the guy who's chock full of his own damage + the damage of a bunch of those sources that could be chalked up to "well, they're crazy, don't know what they're talking about like they think they do, also they're a jerk, better drink and move right along" but no one needs to know that.]

[What is he now, Map Man? She gets a look cast her way as he detaches, empty of any real offense at being ordered around or made to put in physical effort. His getting up is a little more calculated than it used to be, but April has hamsters to focus on and she's the one person who deals with that hideous mark on his gut almost as much as Will does, no point in him playing big and brave and untouchable.]

It's not just a spur of the moment thing. [It's blurted out, even if it's quieter than it needs to be. Will's actually thought about moving out, moving in (mostly) alone before, just never knew when to drop it. Apparently the time to drop it is when he sits back down with a map of Heropa, a bottle of already opened wine (there are glasses, somewhere; he doesn't care to find them), and a dart. Why do they have darts? Hell if Will knows. Hell if he cares.] I've been curious about what you'd do if you had a whole place to decorate. [Pop goes the cork, the bottle gets handed over as he lays the map out.] Didn't think you'd leave it up to me...plaid wardrobe's enough, don't need any of that on the walls.

[He's not as awful at interior design as he's putting up right now, but honestly: what would April do if she had a larger space of her own to do whatever the hell she wanted with it? Will's not sure.

He's sure, however, that he needs to find out from personal experience.]

[Dude no. Sir please why no. Like hole-in-the-face Chilton doesn't pop up in his dreams enough as is, those are his parting words? He's so thrown by that creepy note (does he know, is it coincidence????) that he can't bring himself to give more than a half hum, half grunt in reply. He's...not even sure if it went through, but knights are supposed to surly, right? That fits, right?

It's just fine that Chilton ends up discussing his martyr-knight to anyone within earshot, because Will Graham and Freddie Lounds are about to partake in a mutual griping session about Frederick Chilton, full stop. Maybe they'll even laugh at the idea of him cursing Freddie to get lightning fried. Confused sad laughter surrounded by veggie crisps and other meatless convenience store junk food.

Frederick Chilton totally never called out significant events before they happened back in Baltimore or anything, haha, oh wait, but no, it's different! No need to take his weird god talk right now to heart, haha—

—SON OF A BITCH!!!]

[Will and April haven't fully decorated their little place just yet, which means that if she looks at the window after sending that text, she'll catch a glimpse of Will Graham sprinting to the door. A blink-and-it's-gone shot of him hauling ass, openly visible through curtains that haven't been properly fixed, weren't shut and he didn't think twice about it. That doesn't match up with the Will who throws open the door—composed (for Will), subdued (briefly), patient, waiting for her instead of bolting the rest of the walk and grabbing her up in his arms like he damn well wants to. No anger to be seen, felt. Nothing that suggests there will be a scolding forthcoming. Will's happy to see her safe and sound (as much as she can be) and is trying to stay secure. The anchor that doesn't weigh down, doesn't burden. The one that keeps suitably grounded when being grounded is difficult to come by, no more, no less.

He's just a little jittery in his anchor duties right now. Even the smile he gives her is way too joyous for his waiting to be anything other than a legitimate test of self control.]

[ she totally misses it, fixed on the door, eyes lighting up when she sees him. she doesn't mention the house, the curtains, she doesn't ask about april or ziggy, she doesn't even bother with hello. she, far more impatient than will, sprints the last few yards and flings her arms around him, backpack dropping to the ground. ]

I love you, too.

[ there. now she feels settled. home. ]

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