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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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[Chilton. Will looks to the nearest corner of the room, as if he's expecting there to be camera, something wired in that would make it pointless for him to say he won't talk. Nothing's there, of course. They have other methods of security in this house.]

Deal. [Ziggy might be a traitor, but Will's not. Not with Abigail Hobbs, at least. The hand that got rid of that bit of thread reaches out, arm loose over her shoulders as he gives her the epitome of a tired, lazy hug. They're both tired, might as well.] You gonna be fine or you want me stay for a while?

[In case she's going to try going back to sleep, that is. Will's no stranger to restless nights, knows that sometimes staying up and doing a bit of reading is preferable. If Abigail wants to knock out some sleepy reading by herself, fine. If she wants to bundle up like a sad burrito all by herself, fine. If she wants some company, regardless of whether they spend that time talking or not? Also fine.]

[lurings]

I'll be okay. [ her smile is weak but she's trying to be reassuring. and it's not untrue, she'll be fine. nothing a good sleep and maybe a giant order of fries for breakfast tomorrow morning won't fix. ]

Go back to bed before April sends the raccoons out to dye my hair purple.

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[Purple hair. He doesn't puff up in fatherly disapproval at the mere suggestion, lets out a laugh that's less air than usual instead. He can't imagine April would ever go there, and he cann't imagine the raccoons could pull it off without Abigail waking up early on in the process, but the image is easy to exaggerate in an imagination like Will's and hilarious instead of horrifying.]

I'm going, I'm going. [Spoken like the dad who knows he's cramping the style of his kid, even as he takes an extra second to give himself a boost from the bed needed to get his stomach cooperative enough to stand. Ziggy gets a pat on the head and Abigail gets a lazy one on the shoulder, an act that might lead to a kiss on the forehead goodnight if it was a more comfortable situation. If they were blood related by birth. If Will didn't still have a few hangups about being associated with Garret or Hannibal.] You know where we are if you need anything. See you later.

[He'd say "see you in the morning" but that implies he expects Abigail to get up in the morning even if she feels like she has the ability to get a full twelve hours of sleep, and no. If she can manage to sleep a solid block of more than eight, she should feel free to. He'd say "see you tomorrow" but...well, it's already here, isn't it? So he goes for that instead, sending her a smile from the doorway and wiggling his fingers in place of a wave before he does as told.

How whipped.]