[ just a murmur. stiles knows a murderer who's walking free, after all. crimes committed back home don't seem to have any sticking power here. still, he's pretty sure will wouldn't even mention this if he was actually dangerous, if he'd actually done it. and he feels like abigail would have warned him in amongst everything else. ]
Must suck to stand trial for crimes you didn't commit.
[ he adds more clearly, even though that's the understatement of the century. he just wants will to know that he believes him, ok. ]
[There is one serial killer Will knows who is rolling free, even after at least two offenses committed here. Stiles is right that they couldn't do much about it, but if Will was the sort of nasty they had once thought he was?
All they would need to do was wait for the gruesome murders to pop up. Eventually. Put some people on his tail. As far as he knows, none of that is going on.
He shrugs his good shoulder and pulls a face—yeah, okay, suck is one way to put it. Yes, it does suck.]
Haven't made it to the trial just yet, but I'm sure it'll suck quite a bit. [Look at him, getting into the vernacular. Like the cool kids...in absolutely no way at all, it's so forced.] Which wasn't— [Why he wanted to talk, but perhaps this is better than going down the path of Lecter. He's two seconds from running a hand over his face, that much is obvious.] —I just need you to keep what you know about Abigail Hobbs to yourself for. Ever, preferably. Knowing her is fine, but mentioning anything that gets into that is too much. [As long as Lecter's around.] Got it?
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[ just a murmur. stiles knows a murderer who's walking free, after all. crimes committed back home don't seem to have any sticking power here. still, he's pretty sure will wouldn't even mention this if he was actually dangerous, if he'd actually done it. and he feels like abigail would have warned him in amongst everything else. ]
Must suck to stand trial for crimes you didn't commit.
[ he adds more clearly, even though that's the understatement of the century. he just wants will to know that he believes him, ok. ]
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All they would need to do was wait for the gruesome murders to pop up. Eventually. Put some people on his tail. As far as he knows, none of that is going on.
He shrugs his good shoulder and pulls a face—yeah, okay, suck is one way to put it. Yes, it does suck.]
Haven't made it to the trial just yet, but I'm sure it'll suck quite a bit. [Look at him, getting into the vernacular. Like the cool kids...in absolutely no way at all, it's so forced.] Which wasn't— [Why he wanted to talk, but perhaps this is better than going down the path of Lecter. He's two seconds from running a hand over his face, that much is obvious.] —I just need you to keep what you know about Abigail Hobbs to yourself for. Ever, preferably. Knowing her is fine, but mentioning anything that gets into that is too much. [As long as Lecter's around.] Got it?
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[ and to his credit, he doesn't once start pushing as to why. ]