Will moves to the bathroom across the hall from the attic, opening the door and take a cursory glance, all natural like he's just making sure it's stocked. Like the question she's asking him isn't one to prompt pause or worry. Raina has come all out of sorts. Here and now, she doesn't need the truth. She probably doesn't want it, either. She needs reassurance, she needs comfort. She needs Will to lie. And Will needs for her to hear lies. It's better for all of them that way. Nothing vague, nothing wishy-washy, nothing dismissive. She needs an outright lie. When Will turns back to her, that's exactly what she gets, delivered as boldly and easily as the truth.]
He was fine last we met in Baltimore. Imagine he'll have a quieter, safer life with Hannibal [and Will] out of the picture. He's likely doing more than okay.
[Lies, sweet pretty words given without hesitation, without any oddness as he opens the attic door and turns the light on. It's not fabulous, but it's not a mess. Two basic guest beds, both with fresh sheets, sit one end to one head. A mini-fridge hums quietly nearby, next to a standing lamp. The small window has a basic dark green curtain draped over it, just by a desk and chair that are just by an older set of dresser drawers.]
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Will moves to the bathroom across the hall from the attic, opening the door and take a cursory glance, all natural like he's just making sure it's stocked. Like the question she's asking him isn't one to prompt pause or worry. Raina has come all out of sorts. Here and now, she doesn't need the truth. She probably doesn't want it, either. She needs reassurance, she needs comfort. She needs Will to lie. And Will needs for her to hear lies. It's better for all of them that way. Nothing vague, nothing wishy-washy, nothing dismissive. She needs an outright lie. When Will turns back to her, that's exactly what she gets, delivered as boldly and easily as the truth.]
He was fine last we met in Baltimore. Imagine he'll have a quieter, safer life with Hannibal [and Will] out of the picture. He's likely doing more than okay.
[Lies, sweet pretty words given without hesitation, without any oddness as he opens the attic door and turns the light on. It's not fabulous, but it's not a mess. Two basic guest beds, both with fresh sheets, sit one end to one head. A mini-fridge hums quietly nearby, next to a standing lamp. The small window has a basic dark green curtain draped over it, just by a desk and chair that are just by an older set of dresser drawers.]
S'all yours as long as you want it.