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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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[Funny how things changed, and he might have said as much until the—

—red flag he wasn't expecting.

Something was wrong, so wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint it. Understanding whatever it was might be too much effort or stress on someone with a brain as inflamed as his. Chilton might have known as much and decided it better to let Will get himself back together before they went further over...whatever it was that had happened. There was no real time to think about it before he was asked a question, and his answer came quickly.]

Yes. [What else was there to say, really? They'd had an agreement, Chilton hadn't lied, Will got the help he needed. He wouldn't open his mouth against him without just cause, and with Gideon as he was, if a string of Ripper murders sprang up out of nowhere—who truly knew them better than Will himself? It served no one to say anything about influence. Yet.] I've got a small coffee place near the shop that's. Good. [Horribly insulting by Lecter standards. Fine by Will standards. Possibly somewhere in between for Chilton, depending on how he lived in his own home (did his wealth extend to his every bite of food, or did he take delight in the occasional crappy meal he simply had to stick in the microwave for a few minutes and it was done, even if something was too hard or a little cold, so what, he hadn't had to put any real effort into it?). They could find out.] Second week of June, maybe. If nothing happens before. [Like his office being splattered with blood.] Good with you?

[It's not that Will needs that long to get himself together, and he would clarify if that was implied.

No, no. Something more mundane than that; red snapper fishing season opened soon. He'd be really, really busy.]

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June is an amicable month.

[A fairly pompous response, something verging on the poetic (but not quite committed); it was so often that Chilton hide in his pomposity. When he felt inadequate, when his ego shackled him to the conceit of proving himself. Quite frequently he mistook haughtiness as a shield.

But in this extent, his anxiety wasn't one born from a thrusting social hierarchy. In this moment, his Byronic words flowed from the uneasiness that manifested from truth kept quiet. Some part of him knew Will Graham would figure it all out, and that he only had dwindling time -- that's what mounted the wariness, the tension. Chilton had yet to experience the all-loss bleakness (and consequential liberation from his own anxiety) that he would know, intimately, when he sat across Alana Bloom in a slate-hued interrogation room. He had yet to appreciate the irony of being torn from one cage into another; but at least the latter wouldn't be the teeth caving from his own personality disorders.

In Heropa, he was still mired in fear of full exposure.]

At least it's unlikely anyone would overhear us. Or want to.

[While more a comment on Will's knack for seclusion than his taste in dingy eateries, both sentiments could apply.]

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[Will's got no idea what happened back home, what happened between him and Chilton and Gideon in that hospital of his. There's things he knows he must not have confessed to on behalf of Abigail, determined to protect her innocence ("innocence") at all costs. An immoral move, something that left a family and circle of loved ones with no justice for two children killed within a short span of time—better or worse than whatever Chilton had done to screw Gideon's head up so much?

Psychopaths helping each other out, or two men who have a loose grasp on ethics coming to an agreement?]

If we get there and you don't think it's isolated enough, my shop's a block away. [My. It's his. He's going to hold onto it as long as he possibly can.] Back room's spacey. Cameras only pick up video. Coffee to go. Dog'll leave you alone if I tell him to. It's safe.

[More or less.

The idea of Chilton pissy because he's got dog hair all over one of his suits, how dare Will let that slobbering beast come near him—it's amusing. He keeps a lint brush if it ever happened. He's not that cruel.]

Anything else on your mind?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Concerning our situation? We shall simply wait to see, I suppose. There's ever a flux in motion.

[Any impulse to reconsider his decision, to invoke an alliance with Will Graham while simultaneously denying the man crucial information, is disregarded upon conception. Chilton is steadfast in his commitment -- to himself. His priority is guarding his own interest.

But as fleeting as his loyalty may be, that doesn't completely obviate a sense of camaraderie. Deserved or not, Chilton feels somewhat connected to Will; trauma truly did bring people closer together.

He worked with gray, that Doctor Chilton. There was no inherent argument about what he was doing to Will (however passive it may be), and what he expected from Will.]

Duly noted, about your shop. I'll bear it in mind. Until then.

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[If Chilton thinks that Will hasn't picked up there are some very vital things he isn't being told, he's wrong. Ripper this, Ripper that. Ripper Ripper Ripper. Both he and Gideon's jump to Hannibal so soon after. No, no, Will knew there were things he probably should know being kept from him. He's keeping questions regarding other people to himself (for now), because he's not sure what he'll find.

He hasn't exactly always made healthy choices for himself. He's doing that now in the way that he's choosing not to ask. To press. To beg.

There is a worry that one day it might all come out in a way that's far more hurtful than it needs to be. If he's had enough time to get his head back together physically...he can handle it.

Maybe.]

Until then, Doctor Chilton.

[Chilton might hear himself in those two words. Will Graham's voice, but not his cadence, his timber, not the way Will would say those words. No, it's all Chilton. It's a little mocking, but it's all he's got to say.

Actually, he has plenty to say. He just doesn't think it's wise to say what's on his mind.

That's always gotten him in trouble.]