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FOR HOUSING HIM IN THE ATTIC

WHY DO YOU NEED A WARNING FOR JESSE ? ???

[He is taking a leaf out of April's book, and adding all caps.]

BECAUSE!

how do you make the font big fuck it where are you i'm putting pants on

I'm hiding under the bed. No need to put on pants for my sake.

i'll be there in 2 to drag you out

Can't. I won't let you.

[Sixty seconds later there is a Will Graham opening Jeff's door, all bedhead and checkered boxers and undershirt and socks like hello he's in his nighties who gives a shit he is here now.

Except he doesn't say anything at first he just.

Stares and radiates disapproval.]

[Jeff's not under the bed, he's on it, lounging in sweatpants and no shirt, with a doge half sprawled over him while he idly plays on his phone. It might be a pin-up worthy sight were it not for the dog drool pooling at his abs. Dumdedum, innocent is he.

Just the briefest of side glances at Will, and then he's back on his phone like a sulking teenager.]

[Well all right then.

Will moves into the room and carefully sits down on the edge of the bed nearest Jeff's knees, still saying nothing. When his hand reaches out, it's not to pluck the phone from his grip but to scratch Sharkbait behind the ears. There is a distinct dad vibe to him, though, that would make the idea he was about to grab the phone very valid. He's here to take care of one of his own while in his underthings, he can't help the Dad Mode vibes coming off him in waves.]

Hey buttlicker. [He says that so affectionately, though, he could be talking to April. This man loves him some doggies.] How can anyone be upset when they have you around?

[Gonna seduce ur dog in ur face Jeff.]

[Omg dad, stop invading his personal space and leave him alone, he wants to sulk in peace.]

M'not upset. [He mumbles, still tapping away at his phone and doing his very best not to eye up the dog directed affection, even if he can't help looking.]

You can go back to your bed. I was only asking a question, didn't need to come here.

[All aboard the dad train.]

Rarely does anyone just ask a question. There's always a reason behind it, otherwise there would be no point in asking. [He pulls his hand back, loosely gripping the edge of the bed.] Even the obnoxious why why why questioning of children has a point.

[At first it's to understand. Then it's to be a pain in the ass and get attention.]

So...

Are you likening my questioning to that of an obnoxious child?

[Slowly lowering his phone flat against his chest, because he already knows that 'ignore it until it goes away' doesn't tend to work with Will.]

Yes.

[Blunt as a brick, he wasn't trying to be subtle with that one. He does appreciate Jeff being both sharp and comfortable enough around Will to call him out on the implications there.]

That'll change if you, you know...explain a bit. Don't have to tell me everything. I didn't know you two had issues or I would have been more honest with you about the matter.

[Go figure, at least Will admits it.]

I just know him. Just like how I just know White. [Ugh, he hates even mentioning that name right now.]

I don't mind him being here. It's fine. I just... didn't know.

[Uh. Uhhhhh. His first thought is that, no? No, Jeff isn't saying Jesse has killed him before, that's absurd. Will would have found out about it, he would have known, Jeff would have had an issue with not being around for a while. Jeff wouldn't be reacting with simple sulking if his murderer was literally upstairs. So what, then? More shady on the side business he wasn't proud of? Christ, how much shit was flowing through his house while he had been so blissfully unaware of it? Almost starting to feel like he's back in Baltimore...]

All right. [Borderline stunned, as stunned as Will ever gets. It's clear Jeff's got him thinking, though, and quickly, gears turning but not unable to fill an awkward silence.] You got any other names I should know about?

[Just in case.]

[And this is why he didn't want to talk about it. Because awkward and revealing and his business is the most secret of businesses. Still sulking as he shrugs, reaching a hand to scritch Sharkbait between the ears. Oh, to be a doge. No lawyer stresses for them.]

Nope, don't think so. [So much quiet attention given to a dozing doge as Jeff thinks about why this was an issue for him, without explaining to Will that yo, this kid was totes mean to me.] I wasn't sure if he was part of the issue. He's got connections to White, I didn't know if maybe there was something more. But I guess there's not.

[Will's very, very quiet for so long it may seem like he's done with this conversation. Ready to get up and go back to bed once he stops staring at the hypnotizing sight of Sharkbait and Jeff's love. Then, frowning:]

He killed Jesse first. [Still staring at the dog.] He's got connections to White, yes, but...he was the first. Set it off, maybe, to see someone he was duping like that, used to be close with, die because of him. Means he's got connections to us, too.

[They share the same murderer. Will finally looks back up at Jeff's face, his shoulders tenser than they were a few moments ago. Here they are, just two guys killed by the same guy with another one of his survivors upstairs.]

[Jeff keeps his attention on the dog, avoids eye contact yet again and doesn't seem to mind Will's bout of silence. Doesn't really mind the words after either, they make sense.]

White said I betrayed him and he wasn't wrong. [Mumbled words, like he's reluctant to say them.] Jesse wanted me on side, wanted me relaying information back to him. That's why I was a target.

[Ah, the plot thickens. And sickens. Always getting worse. Will pulls a face, nods once, and gets up abruptly. But not to leave, of course not. Instead, he goes to the spot where Jeff maybe thinks his secret stash of hard liquor is safe, pulls out a bottle, and pours two glasses. Full. Nothing half-assed, not right now. It's all fluid like Will doesn't even have to guess where things are, because he is a filthy fucking infomodder who just knows things.

When he comes back, he hands Jeff his glass and moves to sprawl out next to him like they're both teenagers at a sleepover about to share secrets or, like, swap Pokemon on their Gameboys.]

Everybody fucks up. Usually, fuck ups don't result in getting murdered, but... [A half-hearted shrug. Shit happens, good shit and bad shit, all of it happens. If it doesn't happen here, it happens in another world.] You talked to Frederick about any of it already?

[That would be his stash that Will's going to, Sharkbait lifting his head just long enough to see where he's off to and whether it involves food or attention for him before going back to the drooling snoozy thing. Worst guard dog right now! But whatever, it's fine, Jeff's not complaining at the concept of a full glass of booze and he's never had an issue with sharing even his best stuff with Will.

They lounge, exchanging their pokemonz and glances.]

Uh. I've talked to him, sure.

About this.

Kind of. [Aka he's a dirty lying liar who gets great joy from making Chilton squirm. Totally not shifty at all right now.]

[Don't be shifty, Jeff, that'll make it harder for Will to essentially become one with bed. No squirming right now kthnxbai.]

Still sent out his Christmas presents. And Raina. Already had it all together before...truthfully, I wanted them out of here. Every time I looked at 'em...just another reminder. [Perhaps not the best reason for seasonal generosity, but he figures Jeff can understand this sort of selfish selfless giving.] Dunno what to do about it. With him. Big change from home...I knew everything then. Not everything everything, just. What was going on with my people. What to expect, how to comfort, how to get under their skin if I needed to.

[That is a dual statement but sure as shit doesn't sound like one. He enjoys phrases that let him get away with confession without confessing from time to time. Hannibal's not alone in that. Hannibal who is being left out of that knowing everything with his people, of course. Hannibal always proved Will might have known everything else but when Hannibal wanted him to, he wouldn't know jackshit about his bff.]

You know yet? What you're...gonna do. You've never been through anything like this before, have you?

[He's just trying to sit up more so alcohol drinking can be had. Plus he's trying to not look too guilty for the whole lying liar to Chilton thing.

But then Will speaks of his indecision on the matter and Jeff doesn't feel quite so bad. Will has more of a reason to be pissed, to feel betrayed, but Will's death didn't just affect him, it affected the household]

Nope. I dunno. I mean, I texted him and he wouldn't take responsibility for it. But he must have done this back home, right? Making a crazy guy crazier. Maybe White was right about one thing when he told me Fred was dangerous. [Which isn't exactly what was asked, but that's his answer anyway.] You think you can forgive shit like this? Kinda seems beyond the realm of a simple mistake.

[Meanwhile Will is totally content to take up bedspace with his glass perched atop his stomach. Jeff is Sharkbait's main squeeze, he feels safe from wriggling noses trying to take over. But...ah. A little less content with that, considering Will had been on board dismissing Chilton's danger as what it was, and then Jeff goes and sums it up so on point. But it happened, it's in the past, and can anyone blame him for trying to protect his people?

(Yes. Until Jeff seems to go in that route, Will simply grows a little more somber, watching the booze settle, grateful for another topic to latch onto. Even if it's not his favorite.)]

I know I can. I've...forgiven worse. [And now Abigail is gone again. Also something he can't change.] Forgiveness is different for everyone, though. And. There are different kinds of forgiveness. Different...methods of showing you do forgive.

[An oddly amused smile cracks his face; he'd been considering such forgiveness in some of his darker dreams lately.]

You know the scar on my stomach? That was forgiveness.

[But if Jeff could not forgive Chilton in that way, Will would be forever grateful.]

[Don't think Jeff's forgotten all Will's support of what a great guy Chilton is! Never forgets.]

Huh. [Not entirely sure whether he should even ask about that scar, he's not sure he could... stomach it. Omg no, he's seriously making himself smirk at that thought about pun.

That smirk remains as he decides to share a little more information which is just as satisfying as bad puns.] I told him I had shit on him. I'm hoping it's enough to keep him thinking for a while.

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