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Well. I thank you for for your concern, Will.

But personally I've never felt better.

[No, he won't stop gaslighting yooooou.]

It's not about how you feel, Dr. Crane. It's about how you look. That's what I meant by concerning.

[Never felt better, though. That's about the time the dam starts break, for some. Please no.]

I already know I look to others, Will. And I am aware of how that looks.

But what other people think of me is irrelevant.

[He is a free range bird. Screw your social standards.]

How do you think it will look if you get reprimanded or fired from your job? Who wants a psychiatrist with that on their record? That doesn't instill faith. If you truly believe what other people think of you is irrelevant, we're getting back into the territory of words we can't adequately define. Without other people, you don't have any patients. You don't have anyone to be interested in. You don't have fears you would never claim as your own to unravel. Without them, you're every bit as irrelevant as you continually want them to be.

[Free range birds are super delicious.]

Food for thought, Jonathan.

... That's a lot of words for someone I've enlightened regarding my standards.

[Your thought-food is just as irrelevant and unfit for shitbird consumption, Will. Stop wasting his time.]

Someone who's seen the amount of books in your office and knows you're fully capable of reading a lot of words. Don't act like I use a lot of words on you often enough for it to be an actual issue.

[Jung is also unfit for consumption FYI.]

[So are people, most would argue.]

If words about this mundane insight into my behavior are all you have for me, then this conversation has come to an end. You'd better go.

[He is 100% done.]

[What? He'd better go? Crane came to him! How rude. Rude! Which brings him to an abrupt:]

One question first. How did you make him see Hannibal?

[Him, not them. He's tried to think of ways to approach this before, even. But it wasn't until Matthew that he gave it more than a few seconds before dismissal. Matthew's walk down memory lane was nice. It truly, truly was. Unfortunately, it was just that: a memory. Nothing new was created or experienced. Without Hannibal here...where else does he have to turn, hmm?

Don't ask about Sasha. Eyes on Will, Scarecrow. Focus on the empathetic sponge and any implications woven in if Crane chooses to squint.]

[Will's question instantly makes him the focus of Scarecrow's attention. Who cares about Sasha? Hannibal's fearsome image terrifies everyone from Baltimore. Fortunately for Will, that draws Crane like a shark sensing blood in water. Oh, he knows Will deliberately cut himself as bait - he knows! But he's going to bite his arm and swim off with his new, tasty morsel anyway.]

Why ask that ridiculous question? You know the answer. Like I know Frederick has informed you of my gift. I know what you want.

[Cut to the chase or clear off.]

[Good. He's still got it, without the haircut and salmon shirt. But no, Will doesn't have any idea how it works. He knows that Crane made Chilton see Hannibal and Chilton did not enjoy the experience at all. Which is enough, in its own way. Will has long since learned that going into any experience with Hannibal Lecter involved will only ever be enjoyable for Hannibal. While he might delight in his "creations" blossoming, they must always fall in line with what he wants for them.

The only pleasure and joy, if such things can be experienced by Hannibal at all, that matters to him is his own. He does not expect happiness between him and Hannibal Lecter. So Crane using some weird torture that isn't enjoyable to get the image of Hannibal, new and vivid, in Will's mind? That's not torture. That's not horror. That's his best friend. And for what Will has seen of Crane, in public and private? He must be a very good choice. Not a substitute, but the visage of Hannibal Lecter being somehow put forth by someone who values control and knowledge and does not see other people as worth true concern? Or simply can't feel that? It's a match made in hell. Will? He's bait, yes. Bait with predator qualities. He can comfortably slide into this den and if it gets to be too much...no need to tell anyone else that Will Graham fucked up. Again. Boring story, that.]

I don't know how you do it, actually. Never got those details. But I believe I would like to see him again.

You could have asked this of any appropriately gifted member of our little community. You could have crawled back to Frederick to undergo hypnosis. What made you come to me?

[The master of terror. The lord of despair. He's the best in his field. Of course he's going to crow about it. Scratch his back and he'll scratch yours?]

You already have a good deal of the necessary information about Baltimore to better know what you'd be getting into, don't you think? It's a lot to repeat and there's always the risk anyone else with a fitting gift might be frightened. I have no way of knowing if they can do as they claim, and the time it would take to research thoroughly with the potential outcome of it not being what I need or used by someone with poor skills isn't an idea I find palatable, helpful, or efficient. [Maybe healthier, though. So fuck that.] Neither is crawling back to Frederick. Between you and I, I'd much prefer him to come crawling back to me. We may be at a standstill for quite some time.

[The timing of this could not be much worse, but oh well. They have appearances to maintain, Will never promised not to be a little harsh about it. Thanks, Walt.

Spoilers: none of this is helpful or healthy but no one ever need know. Scritch scratch, look at all those words. A lot of words for Jonathan, none of them "you smell bad and you're mean." He can be taught.]

[Well-informed. Scritch scratch. Only one capable. Scritch scratch. Practical, tasteful, expertise. Scritch scratch. Oh, he sees what's going on here. But it's his rightful due. And it's Will's acceptance of the harder path that pleases him more.]

Yes, I know what I'm getting into. [That's why the bird's knocking at your chamber door.] No one need ever know you showed no faith in them, but all people have a habit of being shown for what they are, don't they?

[This emphatic condition his staff colleague has? If Will finds he cannot fear Hannibal in this moment because he was emphasizing with him, thus he felt no emotion at all, well, he wouldn't tell about that. It would be his own wantonly selfish secret.]

... Pop by the clinic this Saturday, after hours. Say your name and sit down till I call for you.

[The imPort clinic staffed by devil-worshipping secretaries. Abandon hope all ye who enter?]

[What good things, what really, really good things in life ever come all that easily, right? Will's sticking with that one. Shocker.

But oh God. Does he know that was Will's day with Chilton? No, no, coincidence. That's all. There are only seven days in a week. Narrows it down to accidentally hitting the Right One. Now, if there were thirty days in a week, different story...and shortly after this he will just be at a loss because how can he go to a "session" with Chilton if he still wants that, track Walter White's ass down, then pop over to Crane's?

NnnnNNNNNgh. Nothing is easy ever.]

That they do. I'll see you then, Dr. Crane.

[~~♫ say my name say my name if nobody's around you say baby i'll gas you ♫~~]

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