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"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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I dunno.

[A rare phrase to come out of Will Graham's mouth. It's accompanied by him ever so helpfully moving to shut any window curtains that might need it — if not, perhaps a lamp is on? Or maybe he left a pen uncapped. Or maybe nothing and Will ends up meandering like a lost little lamb. It's an easy flow. No rush, no stumbling. Comfortable. If Chilton imagines Will doing this with Hannibal's desk lamp, with those sinister curtains, he wouldn't be wrong. Some habits die hard — he who runs the space will always be the one who shuts it, who locks it, of course, but small gestures of aid within another's domain are simply helpful, aren't they?]

One way to find out. [And then, if the idea of friendly ADVENTURE is not enough, he adds:] You chose that brunch place. S'my turn.

[This for that, forever.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Will had him there.

Chilton sucked at his lower lip, his eyes cast downwards. He chose that brunch place, now was Will's turn.]

I suppose.

[Chilton, while deeply unethical when his personal ambition was concerned, nevertheless maintained a sense of fairness in all other social regard. He invested in his image, and therefore how his image reflected his relationships; it would have been rude to act hypocritically. And there were some reflections that Chilton didn't want to see staring back at him.

With a mock gesture, his elbow at a right angle and his flat palm pointed at the door, Chilton said:]

Lead the way.