[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.]
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.
[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.
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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?
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[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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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.]