[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.]
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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.