[He takes a measured step closer, focus moving from face to chest to clothing, not at all hiding his fixation on Chilton's shoes. He couldn't be used as an alibi, but he could certainly be used to make one. One that used people outside of Baltimore, of course, hoping that Chilton doesn't usually avoid any and all interaction with the others in his house to the point where him moving around would be seen as strange.]

Make yourself visible in the house. When I leave, go to the kitchen. Get a drink, a snack, something. [Still staring at his feet, though, ignoring any similarities to certain conversations about working in the shadows.] Pass by the windows. Take a shower. Keep the lights on. If you're here, you can't be anywhere else.

[Abigail's been holed up in the guest room at April and Will's place. Otherwise, he'd add something about how Chilton can't use her, either. But with her out of the equation, he just swims right along.]

You'll need to get rid of the shoes you wore tonight. And clean your cane, if you had it with you.

[if—somebody's well aware of how unnecessary that third leg is, and draws attention to it by drawing absolutely no attention to it at all. Those words don't hold any additional weight, Will doesn't raise his eyebrows, doesn't indicate he's known about it and finds it sad or despicable or clever. They're just discussing facts.]