[That sip of coffee turns into more than a sip. It's still hot, but to someone who's dealt with raging fevers and kept on trucking in the middle of wintery nights that could only ever make them worse, what is a little hot coffee? Nothing. He can chug it without having to worry about burning the hair off his tongue; he's got more than enough on his face to make up for it.
His face which is currently growing more and more offended as Yuri speaks. Not just offended that Yuri is teaming Freddie and Will as more than they are (as what they are, truly, and it would bother him to know that Yuri called them a danger; bother him and fill him with the slightest trace of pride because when it comes to certain things and people, Baltimore does not back down and those who can't recognize it even in Freddie Lounds strike him as blind—is that Lecter talking, or him, or both?), but offense that he continues on in spite of it and thanks him. That's not enough to draw Will's heels out of the mud on this one, oh no. He is currently braced, a stubborn mule that planted its hooves in wet concrete, now halfway to the point of properly hardening.
It's going to take more than gratitude to pull this ass out of it. This ass that pulls the stool out of its spot to lean against it and contemplate Yuri getting an inferior quality stir stick that leaks toxins into his tea.
This motherfucker.]
I was nowhere near either of them that night. Whatever actions she might have done were hers and hers alone. I'd appreciate you taking that into account considering I don't even know what happened that you're expressing gratitude for. [Nothing I said made that happen, words that have yet to come out of his mouth but...well, close enough. His mouth which is about to reclaimed by that coffee. God, it's hot.] And if by medical professional, you mean she or I have titles behind our names, then no. I've got a degree in forensic science.
[If he wanted to drug someone in a way that would kill them and not look suspicious at all, he damn well could. That's reassuring, isn't it.]
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His face which is currently growing more and more offended as Yuri speaks. Not just offended that Yuri is teaming Freddie and Will as more than they are (as what they are, truly, and it would bother him to know that Yuri called them a danger; bother him and fill him with the slightest trace of pride because when it comes to certain things and people, Baltimore does not back down and those who can't recognize it even in Freddie Lounds strike him as blind—is that Lecter talking, or him, or both?), but offense that he continues on in spite of it and thanks him. That's not enough to draw Will's heels out of the mud on this one, oh no. He is currently braced, a stubborn mule that planted its hooves in wet concrete, now halfway to the point of properly hardening.
It's going to take more than gratitude to pull this ass out of it. This ass that pulls the stool out of its spot to lean against it and contemplate Yuri getting an inferior quality stir stick that leaks toxins into his tea.
This motherfucker.]
I was nowhere near either of them that night. Whatever actions she might have done were hers and hers alone. I'd appreciate you taking that into account considering I don't even know what happened that you're expressing gratitude for. [Nothing I said made that happen, words that have yet to come out of his mouth but...well, close enough. His mouth which is about to reclaimed by that coffee. God, it's hot.] And if by medical professional, you mean she or I have titles behind our names, then no. I've got a degree in forensic science.
[If he wanted to drug someone in a way that would kill them and not look suspicious at all, he damn well could. That's reassuring, isn't it.]