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[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.

They remained on Will.]

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[Rhetorical or not, he received a nod in return. Will would drink just about anything put in front of him at this point. The beard was a dead giveaway of a Man In True Distress, okay, he'd take whiskey neat as a whistle or filthy as the sewers. Just get it in his gut.

He took it with a quiet thank you, carefully dropping his eyes after as though that would, by any means, alleviate the way he could just feel Chilton's boring into him.]

We were all on the same side. Frank has nice hands. [Does Chilton want context because that's all he's getting. Right now, anyway.] Jorah was...he had some thing with Rincewind. I think.

[Will moves to a chair, finally sitting like an actual human being with manners.]

They were looking out for each other. I didn't. Have anyone. I tried to seduce him. Jorah. [This is a conversation that is happening for sure; Will takes half that whiskey in a single sip.] M'not really good at that, even in my dreams.

[Glass cradled between his knees, Will raised his eyebrows and inclined his head. Quid pro quo maybe??]

[Chilton's left hand had clenched when Will mentioned that thing Jorah had with Rincewind -- he tried to distract from the twitch with a sharp swing of drink. Lips burning from the whiskey, Chilton released a measured exhale.]

Seduce him? Really. Now I regret having missed your sleepover adventure.

[His next sip was slower, more genteel. More controlled.]

What did he do about that?

[Chilton wasn't done interrogating; there was still the comment about this Frank and his nice hands to dissect.]

[His nose wrinkles. He isn't too keen on the idea of dream exhibitionism. Even if it's in the name of science, or whatever. Or maybe he's just happy he has it, lifting one hand to run along it.]

He broke my nose.

[He lets that sit in the air briefly, smiling, before taking another sip of that whiskey. He wasn't kidding about being bad at seduction, apparently.]

Traditionally masculine, isn't he?

[Chilton clearly didn't mean it as a compliment. But Jorah wasn't the focus of this conversation; Will Graham was, and Chilton regarded his guest thoughtfully.]

Will you be avoiding him? Now that we are all returned to our more authentic reality?

No. [Immediate, confident, complete with wrinkled face and shake of head. That is a legitimately honest no, yessirree.] Every time I try to avoid anyone, we run into each other at a, at the least opportune moment.

[Or they're brought back together by something truly unfortunate. Waah waah, Baltimore luck is not great.]

How do you know him?

[Curious, his wonder a friendly thing. He's not looking for dirty details, he's just. Interested. In Chilton's life. Like a pal should be.]

He works for Ambassador Baelish -- or had, at least.

[The answer came with a dismissive wave of his hand. Chilton was privy to some conversations with Littlefinger; he had long ago earned that right. A fact that he would not necessarily elaborate upon.]

I met him, once or twice. [Amidst torturing a spy. A spy unwittingly sent by Rincewind.] Wasn't impressed.

[Up goes an eyebrow. At the last; nothing else seems to interest him much.]

Do you know what he can do? With his...

[Will lifts a hand of wiggling fingers. The bear power is not necessarily something that needs warning about. Because bears are terrible, for sure, but they can be ran from or hurt. Having powers screwed up and turning into a naked man in the middle of an alley with pizza still waiting? That earns warning, and since Chilton is so open and honest at the moment, well! One good turn deserves another.]

With his... Fingering?

[Chilton's hesitance betrayed a far nastier mental image.]

[Pause. Will tilted his head, hand closing, turning, like it held an invisible key, or was twisting something.]

His hands. He lays hands on you, he can turn off your powers.

Ah -- the negation.

[Yes. He knew that because of the spy torturing.]

You sure he had to touch you?

He was touching me when it happened. Had his hand on my neck. [This sounds absolutely normal, of course.] Do you — you think he doesn't need it? Contact.

That isn't how I remembered it. Maybe you just merited a bit of handsy interaction.

[Haha, thinks Chilton. Since that is what people normally say to him.]

[Silence. Will takes this on, lines of his face more obvious with a bit of Worry. He finishes his whiskey and sets the glass down on the nearest surface.]

Good to know. [Almost a "thank you."] I was a, I was a dog. At the time. He picked me up. Don't think he'd ever seen a pug before.

If anything, having never seen one before is more reason to not touch a pug.

Are you sure he didn't know? Maybe he has a shapeshifter detection as another power.

[Thinking...]

I don't...he might've thought I was suffering. Deformed. He had that, you know. [Will pats at his side where a blade would be if he were Hugh Dancy in King Arthur.] Put the dog to sleep.

I'm not sure -- is this -- would it be inappropriate to laugh?

[Chilton has a selective kind of sympathy. Mostly reserved for devils.]

[His lips thin out. He regards Chilton in that neutral way of his, and his voice is Just Too Serious To Actually Be Serious.]

Turned into myself right there. In an alley, without any clothes to put on. I'd been exploring and found a pizza in a dumpster, and then he came over.

[You can laugh, is what he means.]

Did he believe you to be part of the rebellion? Or was this the real reason he got handsy with you?

[A long, slow sip -- his eyes on Will.]

Oh — oh no, this was. This was here. Last year. Up in Maurtia Falls. I've... [A frown, realizing it's been a while.] Been meaning to tell you about the dog thing. Just never felt. Right.

[But then, realization dawns.]

Do you think...

[that's why cannibal me had a thing for him goes unsaid but it's, like, in his eyes.]

[Chilton scoffed. Never felt right.]

Do not lie to me, Will.

[Though, he considered, never felt right could easily mean just didn't want to without too many acrobatics.]

Anyway. It was still you. What you did in the dream -- that was still you.

[Petulance almost rears its cherub-curled head; fortunately, Chilton staves it off with an excellent, quick change that has Will growing more somber and Troubled than petty.]

What did you do? When you went in willingly.

Edited (just call me rock) 2017-05-03 04:53 (UTC)

I sought out Daenerys, knowing how she has a knack for persuading people. Masses of people. [A small, bitter smile.] My theory was that if enough minds could be persuaded by the truth, an unconscious collective could force reality back to what it was. Raina had told me the name of the imPort behind it all, I had already analyzed him, the pieces had come together.

[A beat.]

But -- I never got to manifest the theory.

Tony Stark was about to murder me. And Rincewind had helped betray me. We were all going to die.

That was very brave of you, Frederick.

[What? He deserves to hear it, and such barely given positive words gave Will a few seconds to swallow down what felt like the hint of bile at the back of his throat. The imPort behind it all. Him. Pieces coming together. Hmmm.]

Did you...did you kill Tony Stark?

Did I -- oh, no, oh no. I had tried to, earlier, by crashing a helicopter into him.

It did not work then. I held no delusions of grander the second time around.

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