So are you. [Quickly said, though his voice isn't at all mean-spirited.] We are deflecting.
[They are both in a similar boat now, the one that wants to avoid anything Raw and Real. That wants to give very simple, vague summaries and end it finally with What more is there to say? It's a Goddamn filthy cycle that will continue until the end of the world and beyond if none of them budge. With the past month taken into account, yes, it's about time Will budged.]
April vanished right out from under me. The Porter does that, she's, she's been doing that all along. Every time April or I up and poof, uh, we know. We're preoccupied with each other. [TMI? Maybe, for someone else. Chilton's had Will under his roof long enough it doesn't feel like actual TMI unless he goes into explicit detail...and even then, probably not.] After Hannibal gets here. Right? Right. That's when...that's when the one person I rely on most, that's when she's. Gone.
[He's growing more expressive, finally standing so he can walk around, gesticulate.]
Came across this guy. Months ago. I was a poodle. [of course] I've never, never been part of a B&E that I didn't know about beforehand. He pet me, picked me up, took me into this house...had no idea what was going on. Run off first chance I can. Kid posts to the Network about it. Course I don't say anything, but—now I'm saying something. You're the only other person here now who knows.
[An honor? Maybe. Will tosses out that little bit of information with the same growing bitter tone he has been carrying all along. Chilton asks and asks, and he is rewarded with a river of salt.]
So that guy, he breaks into my house. Takes up in the attic. We share beer, talk about life. He needs a place to stay. So I let him. Fall asleep for a week? Vividly experiencing a life where all I wanna do is kill people to eat them and... [For once, Will seems confused about the words flying out of his mouth.] ...fuck Jorah. And Frank.
[He stops behind a chair, hands gripping the back of it so firmly his knuckles turn white and the chair squeaks.]
no subject
[They are both in a similar boat now, the one that wants to avoid anything Raw and Real. That wants to give very simple, vague summaries and end it finally with What more is there to say? It's a Goddamn filthy cycle that will continue until the end of the world and beyond if none of them budge. With the past month taken into account, yes, it's about time Will budged.]
April vanished right out from under me. The Porter does that, she's, she's been doing that all along. Every time April or I up and poof, uh, we know. We're preoccupied with each other. [TMI? Maybe, for someone else. Chilton's had Will under his roof long enough it doesn't feel like actual TMI unless he goes into explicit detail...and even then, probably not.] After Hannibal gets here. Right? Right. That's when...that's when the one person I rely on most, that's when she's. Gone.
[He's growing more expressive, finally standing so he can walk around, gesticulate.]
Came across this guy. Months ago. I was a poodle. [of course] I've never, never been part of a B&E that I didn't know about beforehand. He pet me, picked me up, took me into this house...had no idea what was going on. Run off first chance I can. Kid posts to the Network about it. Course I don't say anything, but—now I'm saying something. You're the only other person here now who knows.
[An honor? Maybe. Will tosses out that little bit of information with the same growing bitter tone he has been carrying all along. Chilton asks and asks, and he is rewarded with a river of salt.]
So that guy, he breaks into my house. Takes up in the attic. We share beer, talk about life. He needs a place to stay. So I let him. Fall asleep for a week? Vividly experiencing a life where all I wanna do is kill people to eat them and... [For once, Will seems confused about the words flying out of his mouth.] ...fuck Jorah. And Frank.
[He stops behind a chair, hands gripping the back of it so firmly his knuckles turn white and the chair squeaks.]
Do you have whiskey?
[Yep.]