[There's a short period of silence. Was Will trying to scare him? No, that wasn't it. His colleague has the experience to know scare tactics won't work on... his sort. Was he digging in his garden, then? But he had never had green thumbs. There wasn't even a garden to dig.
One could say he kept his secrets close to his chest - or close to his heart.
That same person could also say Will's searching for a mask under a face, when he should be looking for a face under a mask.]
Good for you. [There's less of a patronizing tone, since Will knew enough to afford him his title - and thus some respect. But it's still there, and at least he's being honest about showing it?] You'd be out of a job, otherwise. Though I guess in this instance you're barking up the wrong tree. We're colleagues, right? What is there to fear here?
[Apart from Frederick rolling around screaming on the floor.]
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One could say he kept his secrets close to his chest - or close to his heart.
That same person could also say Will's searching for a mask under a face, when he should be looking for a face under a mask.]
Good for you. [There's less of a patronizing tone, since Will knew enough to afford him his title - and thus some respect. But it's still there, and at least he's being honest about showing it?] You'd be out of a job, otherwise. Though I guess in this instance you're barking up the wrong tree. We're colleagues, right? What is there to fear here?
[Apart from Frederick rolling around screaming on the floor.]