[He stiffens at the if -- Chilton had been using his cane only decoratively, and inconsistently, but Will Graham was the first person to assert something about it. It was a quiet assertion. Polite. Indirect. And yet, Chilton still stiffened; while no subjective judgement was delivered in conjunction, the psychiatrist thought he could feel it.

Projection, most likely.

But even that minute detail laid bare how much Chilton needed Will Graham right now. While he was in no condition to pinprick at these details, Will was.]

I didn't. Have it with me. Consider the shoes gone.

[Chilton trembled, and then took a step towards his bed again, intending to sit. His knee gave a little ways -- practically stumbling to it. He met the mattress with a turned him, and a twisted hiss of frustration.]

I didn't want this to be the next consequence. I was only talking to him, talking to him about Hannibal.