[If he could—Will ceases his wandering, might come across as abrupt, as if Chilton's words have stopped him in his tracks. But he seems focused on a certain book slotted in Chilton's shelves a second later, so perhaps not. Any sort of distracted-yet-still-present-and-listening appearance he might be aiming for is ripped away by the vote of confidence, has him turning to look Chilton straight on. His face, no longer shying away from eye contact, not wanting Chilton to think Will's getting some sort of giddiness off his nervous stumble.]
I'll need some details, and then you can consider it done. [More mirror than man, huh. He might have said "I'll need the details I can't piece together on my own" but that opens doors best left closed, that Will's doing it to step into Chilton's shoes, that Will secretly wants to see Gideon in such a state or watch his body quickly decay, that Chilton doesn't need to tell him anything because he's capable of figuring it all out on his own. He might be very good at that, but he generally has more time, time to be wrong, time to miss things, time for tests to be run. Now? Not so much.] An address, if I'm looking for anything outside of fingerprints, shoe prints or impressions... [A half-assed shrug of his good shoulder follows, like they could be discussing a topic as mundane as the weather, and then he leans against the wall by the bookshelf. He's not sitting but he's still, a willing captive audience. Help me hunt to the best of my ability. The devil might be in the details, but Will's no stranger to trying a bit of deference to get those details.] ...just a basic rundown would be good enough.
[Welcome to the pack. Unlike the strays he takes in, Chilton will probably be expected to return this favor later on. It might not be worded as such, might never come up in that exact manner, might not even scratch the surface of equality in terms of trading this for that, but. It'll be completely obvious, whether Will intends it to be or not. Chilton has shown he gets it; even if he's yet to go through that particular talk of you did not run and patsies, doesn't matter. He still understands plenty, double-edged sword that understanding is.]
mmm so you say
I'll need some details, and then you can consider it done. [More mirror than man, huh. He might have said "I'll need the details I can't piece together on my own" but that opens doors best left closed, that Will's doing it to step into Chilton's shoes, that Will secretly wants to see Gideon in such a state or watch his body quickly decay, that Chilton doesn't need to tell him anything because he's capable of figuring it all out on his own. He might be very good at that, but he generally has more time, time to be wrong, time to miss things, time for tests to be run. Now? Not so much.] An address, if I'm looking for anything outside of fingerprints, shoe prints or impressions... [A half-assed shrug of his good shoulder follows, like they could be discussing a topic as mundane as the weather, and then he leans against the wall by the bookshelf. He's not sitting but he's still, a willing captive audience. Help me hunt to the best of my ability. The devil might be in the details, but Will's no stranger to trying a bit of deference to get those details.] ...just a basic rundown would be good enough.
[Welcome to the pack. Unlike the strays he takes in, Chilton will probably be expected to return this favor later on. It might not be worded as such, might never come up in that exact manner, might not even scratch the surface of equality in terms of trading this for that, but. It'll be completely obvious, whether Will intends it to be or not. Chilton has shown he gets it; even if he's yet to go through that particular talk of you did not run and patsies, doesn't matter. He still understands plenty, double-edged sword that understanding is.]