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[To which he gets a long stare in return...before Will sits up, properly finishes off his drink, and shrugs.]

Depends on the context like anywhere else. Corporal punishment or something...you know.

[Sexual, he means. Too bad he's now firmly stuck watching Sharkbait's nose make ADORABLE little jiggles as he breathes. And drools, of course, but that's nothing new. Still adorable though.]

all right looking forward to it talk to you then

jesus christ i would never suggest that i just

[He almost sends like fifteen things (you're smart do what you have to do to stay safe you don't have powers but you still have advantages i just worry)...]

got bit by eduardo again

[No wonder she's close to losing her shit, Dorian is involved. Not that Will's quite aware how far that goes but...

He answers immediately, summarizing as best he can. It's nothing unexpected, he thinks.]

Efforts are being made to gather as much information as possible. Some are talking of just rising to the occasion. Search and rescue groups are forming. Some aren't...sure what to do yet. [Except for fret like hell that April is not around!!!] It's a lot of chaos, mostly.

[Surprise indeed! Will shows it, too. Subtly, of course, but he clutches the mug a little tighter and his eyes widen a bit. Until Mike starts talking, at least, ridding him of any real physical surprise. No. He's too busy on the mental end, finding this brazen approach far more polite than it is rude, eyes narrowing not out of anger or intimidation but to return to something normal. Even Little Fluffy Shithead's appearance doesn't draw his attention away.]

So you can hear it from somebody else or get it from the horse's mouth, is that it? [Far, far too amused for someone who's offended. Will isn't, and he carefully puts that mug in Mike's hands.] That's good. The only other person who'd be able to talk about it is a deranged liar. Do me and yourself a favor, Mike.

[He smiles. It's as fake as a mannequin's hair.]

Stay away from Walter White.

[Will's not offended, but Mike's expression is suddenly guarded, anyway. How about that.]

Walt White.

[Walt? Walt. Who calls him Walt? People close to him in some capacity, in Will's experience. Perhaps Mike is just going for the easy nickname, but it still strikes Will in a manner quite unpleasant, and his face shows as much.]

S'what I said.

[Mike's upper lip twitches slightly and he takes a better hold of his mug of coffee. Wouldn't want to drop it, have it shatter on the floor.]

Well, what'd he do?

let him into the attic
with food
and maybe some of jeff's clothes to destroy
or fred

jeff's clothes it is don't want fred in the house

[As if Chilton wants to be in the sorrow animal den; this is a win/win situation.]

tell him the russians did it

i think he knows the signs of raccoon fury at this point he lives with them

[Please don't. Will can't fix cups any more.]

You know him enough to call him Walt. [His voice is a growl, and he turns to grab up his own coffee like having something physical to do will keep this conversation from going exactly where he suspects it's headed.] What do you think he did, Mike?

[Mike flinches at that growl and backs up a step, clutching his coffee closer and looking for a moment like he expects to be struck.]

I don't know. He never told me anything, either.

[Sure, he figured White was crazy, maybe even dangerous crazy, but he never actually saw the dude do anything. He just talked that crazy talk a lot.]

[Serving as Will's cue to stay put, firmly grounded in place, his own mug held just as closely as Mike's. Getting closer or suddenly moving further away could be taken as bad signs. He doesn't enjoy people he actually cares about having that sort of fear about him (Hannibal being the exception).]

Some people like to pretend that if you die here, you'll come right back. Because it's happened to some of us. They ignore the fact imPorts have died and never returned. My home...has a bad track record with that. [Names aren't going to be given out, but he doubts Mike wants them anyway. Why care about people who are dead and gone, gone, gone?] Suppose that means I've broken the record, coming back from the dead. Not something I'd like to test out a second time.

still
technically russia's fault

fair enough something casual or one of his suits?

i trust you to do what's right
send me pics

as you wish i'll be checking in on you often unless you tell me to stop pics can be part of that

you're forbidden from stopping
so no dying allowed
while i'm away/span>

i don't do it on purpose

[He realizes the flaw as soon as he sends it, which is why he follows up with some awareness in one word Stephen King has a hateboner for.]

usually

WILL

i'm not gonna die
[and you're not gonna die]
ok? that's all there is to it don't worry about me worry about you

[Mike goes on staring, still wary and increasingly confused. Will's talking but Mike can't be sure if he's telling him something or if they're just back to rotting until there's nothing left talk.

Maybe Will is trying to tell him what happened... in Will's own vague, complicated language. Mike goes with that theory and, after a moment, thinks he has the pieces put together.

Will died. Over the holidays. And White was the one who killed him. (Maybe in the study, with the candlestick.)

But Mike's not sure why that would bother Will so much. He already died once back home! Mike had kind of assumed after you've died once, future deaths are no biggie. Was he just worried he wouldn't come back, like the others from his world? Did it just hurt more?

Why would White kill him, anyway? Did Will do that cop thing and try to bust him? Mike doesn't want to ask, doesn't want to guess and be wrong and have Will that much more pissed at him.

Man, he shouldn't have pushed for an explanation in the first place...

What's he even supposed to say now?

Mike's quiet for a second longer, staring down into his coffee. He can still see the general shape of Will in front of him, can still move if Will moves... Except maybe this is one of those cases where he should just lean in and take the hit? Hard to say.

Mike shrugs one shoulder, shifts his weight from foot to foot. Making up his mind, he looks back and puts his mug down, then reaches behind him for the gun tucked into his waistband. He ejects the magazine and checks to make sure there isn't a round in the chamber before kneeling down, setting the cleared gun on the floor and sliding it over to Will.

He won't kill you, bro.

He stands back up slowly, his shoulder to Will, his gaze pointed straight ahead at Will's lovely kitchen.]

Didn't know.

I'm heading out tomorrow on the group mission. [ A beat. ] We'll get April back... all of them, okay?

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