[We are deflecting. Together, communal. Like brothers.]
I do, do you mind taking it neat?
[Chilton preferred it neat, and he hadn't refilled the rarely used fancy ice ball casts for serving otherwise. He inclined his head, waiting only a beat for a reply -- the question was mostly rhetorical. What struck him as fascinating wasn't the sexual proclivity hinted at or the hungering acknowledgment that April was gone and Hannibal had arrived, or even the bizarre stray hobo tale -- it was what Will had said last.
The dreamlike impulse to murder and cannibalize. The visceral hatred for Jorah and whoever this Frank was.]
What happened? With those two men? When you were entrapped?
[He set a crystal glass before Will, pouring a shot. His hand was steady, but his eyes were not on the glass.
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I do, do you mind taking it neat?
[Chilton preferred it neat, and he hadn't refilled the rarely used fancy ice ball casts for serving otherwise. He inclined his head, waiting only a beat for a reply -- the question was mostly rhetorical. What struck him as fascinating wasn't the sexual proclivity hinted at or the hungering acknowledgment that April was gone and Hannibal had arrived, or even the bizarre stray hobo tale -- it was what Will had said last.
The dreamlike impulse to murder and cannibalize. The visceral hatred for Jorah and whoever this Frank was.]
What happened? With those two men? When you were entrapped?
[He set a crystal glass before Will, pouring a shot. His hand was steady, but his eyes were not on the glass.
They remained on Will.]