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"Gone fishing."

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[Does Mary know what happened to those girls Abigail's father hunted? He can't help but wonder. While the idea of toasting, and drinking to someone, is common, does she realize what that invites when Abigail Hobbs is the one being honored? He looks at his refreshed cup and then Mary, as if this is all very unusual to him, but lifts the cup anyway and clinks just the same.

If she doesn't know about the extent of Garret's hunting, and it comes out later on, fine. He'll say exactly what he would if she asked now, that he partook of this because it was normal, and Mary didn't seem to know, didn't seem to be testing him.

His gut flips, though, at the mere thought of it all. Drinking to Abigail. Consuming with her name on his lips, and not as some topic of conversation. As the sole reason he takes it upon himself to ingest and encourage another to do the same.]

To Abigail.

[His stomach is still upset even as he drinks, but after a moment's consideration...Garret would never toast to Abigail in such a manner, would he? So possessive of his lure that he made her hunt with him, made it very clear it was these other girls or her own life that would be taken. The Shrike did not share. Abigail came, and Will fretted, and he worked to make sure she could be as free as possible. He met with Freddie to give them both a better understanding of it all, that Will wouldn't work against her in Abigail's presence. Frederick would have had to do or say something extreme for Will to be upset that he had immediate access to her, and he never felt envy over it. Abel Gideon, she saw herself in—whatever conversations they might have had, Will would never attempt to stop without legitimate reasoning. He did his best to be even with the boys in her life who showed more interest than friends. And here sits Mary, an outsider that Will had honestly been glad to have in Abigail's life.

He'd told Hannibal that he thought he would be a good father. Looking back, rationalizing it all, he had been, hadn't he? Not just in comparison to the Shrike and the Ripper, but in general. He'd done the best he could. He'd loved and been loved in return, they'd communicated, they had shared, there was give and take, and neither of them had wanted for anything. Weren't those the most integral parts of fatherhood? Eventually his stomach goes back to normal and that drink settles.

It had done the same when he knowingly ate human flesh he cooked, but he'll ignore that.]