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If he gets hurt it's going to feel like my fault. I don't want Jayden to be like Marissa.

I've never wanted to go home before now. That bothers me.

[Er.]

I would bring nothing but the essentials. No drinks, snacks, etc. Prison isn't meant to be cozy. You're there for a study session? Make that obvious.

So use common sense. Should be easy enough.

Thank you.

... Though how in the world were people freely giving gifts to the imprisoned before?

Jayden can have bad things happen to him without you being involved in any way. You don't need to feel the same way you did with Marissa because it's not the same situation. At all. Jayden's world does not hinge on you.

[Unlike someone else's...]

And that sounds dangerously close to saying you're suicidal, you realize. I'm at the door.

[Uh.]

Corrupt guards? Bribery? Power of persuasion?

[ huff. she doesn't answer right away, but eventually there is the rustle of blankets and the door creaks open to her mussed up hair and red rimmed eyes. ]

I'm not suicidal. I just... I'm not, okay?

So the normal means. I'm surprised more "fans" don't take advantage of that.

Probably because those "fans" don't want to think of themselves of normal.

That's moronic.

[Will is also sporting mussed up hair. An undershirt and plaid pajama bottoms, but no red rimmed eyes. Some of those dark circles, sure, but they're natural. He tosses the communicator to the nearest flat surface and crosses his arms, one hand lifting to run over his neck as he drops focus from her face.]

Are you not decent, too?

[Or can I come in? He's not gonna just darken her door, come on, that's not his Mumford & Sons theme.]

Maybe. But it's preferable to have a "fan" who tries to smuggle in gifts the hard way than one who tries to get attention otherwise.

Agreed. One is more predictable and easier to contain than the other.

[ stepping back from the door in lieu of invitation, she just moves to sit on the bed again, drawing the blankets around her like a coronation cape. she's the princess and the pea only the pea is serial killers. her pjs of choice are a blue minnesota wildmen hockey tee shirt (it has a bearded, flannel wearing lumberjack traversing a snowy mountain with a hockey stick in place of walking stick) and a pair pink and white striped pants that came in a set with a frilly pink camisole the cat claimed.

rude. ]

Everything sucks.

[ for as much as she's had to bear and as fast as she's had to grow up, she's still basically just a kid and sometimes life is just too much. ]

[Was she really only gone a week, it feels like he missed this for longer than a week.]

Yes. Anything else while you got me?

Fishing.

Sometime sooner than later.

That's all.

YES!!

[caps

and two !

shit shit shit]

*Yes.

Let me know when we're going.

Will do.

[do u get the fukkin joke, kid

do u get

the gravity

of (will's) love]

[Will shuffles in, leaving the door ajar, and sits next to her with little difficulty, though he's making a mental note of how to fix up the beds when they get their funds in a better spot. The days of him sitting at a comfortably impersonal distance are long gone, he is on those blankets like he's actual blood family and therefore has no reason to be awkward around her.]

Good summary. [He leans his elbows on his knees, running his hands over his face.] But I'd rather everything suck than go back to...

[There's a pointed look at the floor before he turns his eyes to her and offers a smile, face propped up in one hand, knee swaying slightly.

She's somebody's princess all right.]

Do you think they make insect repellent for serial killers? 'cause one was, you know, a horrible fluke. Two is just unlucky. Three is a pattern. Four is awful and I'd like to return my life for store credit.

[ the only difference with this serial killer is that he didn't try to PERSONALLY MURDER HER. it says something that she refuses to think of yuri as anything but "a serial killer" now. he lost all privileges to be anything but that when he refused to tell jayden the truth. at least abigail knew what her father was, she knew what hannibal was. eventually. ]

And I don't... want Jayden to end up like me.

[ she told yuri she meant dead, she didn't want jayden to end up dead, but that wasn't entirely true. abigail doesn't exactly love herself. she doesn't even like herself. she'd hate for jayden to be saddled with this, the constant second guessing and wondering how he could have missed it, why didn't he see it sooner, why wasn't he good enough to make yuri stop.

maybe that last one was specific to abigail and her father, though. ]

[His lips thin out at the question, running over who she must mean. An eyebrow lifts when he connects Eldon Stammets, and for a second, he thinks maybe that's a valid avenue to go down. Share the blame a little, take some of that guilt off her shoulders by putting them on his own.

Where it actually belongs and won't be considered a burden.

But. Ah.]

End up like you? [Abigail might not love or like herself, but Will does. The way he looks at her, the way he speaks, his voice is infected with love, even as his tone stays light. Simple. Free hand gesticulating lazily to reflect how tired they both are.] You see a similarity, that's fine. I do too. Yuri and I were...friendly. I still have the spare key to his apartment. [Oh, that's such a sad excuse for a smile. Yes, there are plenty of similarities.] People can react to similar situations differently, Abigail. What affects one person deeply doesn't bother another at all, and vice versa. There is no set path that he has to follow.

[Sort of like how Will's not reacting in the same way as Abigail or Jayden, check it.]

[ the tightness in her chest swells and she looks down at her hands in her lap, palest pink nail polish chipped and peeling, knuckles scraped from digging her hand too roughly behind a box in the back of the bait shop. ]

When did you know?

[ what he was, seems to be the unspoken end of the question, but she leaves that and the subject of the question open for interpretation. they rarely talked about hannibal, only short spurts before it was glossed over with something else. anything else.

but now, when she's being smacked in the face with yet another freakin' serial killer, one she had literally compared to hannibal... ]

No, I-

[There's too many questions to think straight. There's only two (three, technically, but two at their core), but it's still too many questions. Edgeworth holds up a hand, as if that will put the conversation on pause, and shakes his head]

...no coffee, thank you. And-

[He frowns, the lines around his mouth tightening while his eyes narrow, and quickly crosses his arms]

I didn't exactly hand out my address. [And his tone darkens, his voice and his expression growing harsh as he revisits old memories] But he met me twice in Heropa, once as Lunatic and once as Petrov. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that I live there.

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