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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.

[A pause.

Will Graham does not ask about what is or is not appropriate. Will Graham laughs, high and merry, amazed at the image this conjures in his head.]

You...a helicopter? Holy shit. [His eyes are wide, a moment of awe. Just a moment. Relish it.] Holy shit. Then, then how did you come out of it?

[Evasively:] Well, the helicopter became his priority. He took care of it more than I had.

[The glee dies down to a simple smile, a twinkle in his eyes. He settles back in the chair and gestures outward with interlaced fingers.

Go on, Frederick. He wants to hear the rest. All of it. As much as will be shared. He's listening.]

I escaped him. [Chilton said, slowly, sensing that Will wasn't satisfied.] Trekked to Daenerys' safehouse. And he had stalked me all the while, prowling in wait until he burned her fort to ashes with an army of Soldats.

[One finger moves in slow circles, runs over the end of the rest, runs back up, stops at the precise moment his face betrays he's reached a Conclusion.]

Does she know?

[Is he going to be avoiding her now, he wonders.]

I haven't spoken with her since, so I can't say if she does.

[Will nods. Then he's quiet a bit more, lips pursing before he licks them. Tasting words he doesn't quite like before he lets them go. It tastes like char, and char always tastes like betrayal.]

Were you caught in the flames?

No, no, nothing like that. I had made a quick exit.

[A lucid dreamer with little loyalty to a false land.]

Right back to this world. Catching Rincewind in his depraved deceit turned the tide into something of a whirlpool, I wasn't about to drown.

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