ic contact 2 mask or menace

[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]

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[wizzardly]

He doesn't, after this. You've got to know that. I can't very well blame him. I'm not - I'm not the biggest expert on friendships, Will, but I can say with absolute certainty that evisceration isn't supposed to have a place in it.

[silence follows. He's not sure what he's trying to get across anymore. It all seems so bloody obvious that verbalizing it feels ridiculous. And Rincewind can't fathom why all he's getting back is a soupy, muddled mess of an explanation in return.

It's not enough, is the thing. He doesn't feel like he's any closer to understanding than he was when he called. Certainly not Will.]

...You aren't supposed to make your friends afraid. That's not the point of it. And the thing about hurt is, you can't claim it's inevitable when you go out and do it on purpose.

[infomodder]

Remember that scar on my stomach? Sorta looks like a smile?

[Perhaps this seems abrupt, and perhaps describing a huge scar as a smile seems fucked up, but. The whole situation is fucked up. Might as well go whole hog with it, and honestly, that's the way he's thought of it for ages...can't help it, Hannibal's pretentiousness is septic.]

A friend gave me that gift. Same friend who gave me the one on my forehead.

[If Rincewind walks away thinking "Will is a little screwed up with relationships because reasons that gut him apparently" instead of asking after hurt, hurt from Chilton, well. Could be worse. Could be a lot worse. Better to come across as just extremely damaged but not about to get that as a forehead tat or go on a murder spree than get into Details.]

[wizzardly]

[silence on the other end. Rincewind remembers. He remembers the joke Will made about his hat, too. The mark it covers.

The man who did those - why would anyone continue to call someone like that a friend? Those aren't gifts; they're burdens. Memories you can't shelve away. Unwelcome reminders. Or they would be to Rincewind. What's been done to Will, that he can see them as anything different? Or wrap up something similar for the only man he shares a world with?

Terrible things, Rincewind guesses. Things, coward that he is, that he's loathe to ask after.]

...I need to be away, I think. For a while. [The Castile for a bit, and from there - well, who knows. Rincewind has slept in stables and forests and dry alcoves before. He's spent nights on the beach when he did't want to stumble home. The wizard needs to think about this, at least. With some distance. He's always felt safer with distance.

It just twists something inside him, in the part of him clinging to fractured memories of an adventure in a bait shop, or a terrible sandwich made in a tiny kitchen, to have to apply that to Will. Will, who has always felt like one of the safest harbors he knows.

I just need to sort this out, Rincewind tells himself, trying to believe it. It was too much of a shock. I just need time.]

[infomodder]

All right. [Immediate, agreeable. Will isn't going to argue. He isn't going to fight. He isn't going to pull out guilt trips or get all emotional. Rincewind is his own person and Will can fully understand where Rincewind is coming from; this isn't a new situation.] We'll be here if you need anything. Take all the time you need.

[Harbors, safe or unsafe, have the delightful habit of staying in place. At least until a terrible storm completely washes them away. But it's okay. They can be rebuilt.]