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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[She can look like a lazy ballerina or a bird about to take flight or anything in between as much as she wants as long as she wants. If it doesn't involve bleeding or potentially about to be bleeding, God, let her roam free. Perhaps he shouldn't feel a twinge of pride at what she says next, but damn.

That is such a good tactic.]

That's a good reason to go, too. [If it sounds like Will believes it's the best reason to go, well. She's not imagining it. Clever girl indeed. Still, it strikes him that, perhaps, people were pulling her about during Thanksgiving and...well, that's no good. He leans across the counter, hunched up more than stretched out as he would have before, fingers tapping idly on the edge before he broaches something he's sure she's had her issues with.] If anybody tries to drag you someplace you don't actually want to go, you can say just tell them no. And if they keep up...

[She can tell him, sure. And he will turn into a nearly frothing rabid mess if the situation warrants it, but that fosters more dependence than is truly healthy if she takes him up on it. They already have issues with that, on both ends. What happens if either of them leaves again? If he's disposed? Why would he try to nurture away from Abigail achieving too much independence in the face of all the knowledge about where she's had to stand with having no choice? He doesn't hear Hannibal Lecter saying it. He hears Alana Bloom saying it. Better to listen, in that case.]

...lay the boundary down a little harder.

[He shrugs a shoulder as he looks back at Abigail, trying to smack of less psychological and more along the lines of personal life experience. He's in his plaid and dumb hat and has left behind the world of the FBI and its killer catching, at least here.

Maybe.

Maybe she can tell that just because he's worked with the mind doesn't mean everything he says comes from that angle. Maybe they can not continually read between what's spoken or written with each other. This place could be better, for her. She could do so much here without certain shadows being physically present, fly farther and higher than—

Birds again.]

[theminotaur]

[ why is everything about boundaries lately? SHE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT HERS ARE. the only time she realizes someone might have crossed some sort of line is when she is gutting them in the living room. she looks uncomfortable with the whole idea, dropping off her toes and clasping her hands together in front of her, somehow resisting the urge to give into her nervous habit. ]

I will.

[ probably not. ]

I should go. [ a+ subject change. ] And you should go home. The books are right for once and I'm coming in tomorrow morning to finish cleaning out the back room so there's nothing for you to do.

[ bossy. at least it doesn't come off like that, just concern and reassurance that they've got this and he can go home and rest like he is supposed to. giving her the keys was brilliant. might have turned her into a bit of a workaholic because it's such a great distraction, but her pragmatic mind is great for business. ]

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[He does not mind the bossiness at all, because the moment she changes the topic, he has latched onto one thing he rarely, if ever, uses. Gets to use. Pretends like he would never use, this serious grim guy who has no idea what a smile is unless there is a dog around and no humans to witness it. He lets her finish, naturally, and slides himself along the counter to stand back up, sighing at the minor stretch as he, for all intents and purposes, seems ready to walk the hell out that door right this moment.

Go with the flow.

Follow the boss's advice.

It's a trap. Oh God.]

If you will, then... [A set of knuckles raps against the counter once as he turns to the dog on the floor, still sleeping.] ...better guess I should Will, too.

[He also will probably not.

This is also pretty terrible.

He knows. Okay. He knows. He's getting back into the game, okay? OKAY?]

[lurings]

[ did he just?

abigail points to the door, grinning. ] Get out.

[ and she flounces to put her boots on and not encourage him more than she already has with that smile. omg will graham. ]

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[WOW NO HE IS A CRASHING WAVE HE IS A FUCKING TSUNAMI OF DOES WHAT HE WANTS HE DOES NOT TAKE ORDERS FROM ANYONE OR ANYTHING NO GOD HUMAN DEVIL ANGEL OR IN BETWEEN CAN STOP THIS DOG-FIGHTING FISHMAN WHO THE FUCK DOES ABIGAIL HOBBS THINK SHE IS

j/k he's just gonna make that face in return and watch her flounce off

he'll get out

eventually

just

you know

bless her]