[As Will asked how he managed to tell Alana that he was here, Whale simply gave the camera a little frown, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, despite the fact that his patient and friend just confessed that he was accused of killing women and would probably go to an asylum when he returned home. Nope, not a problem, don't mind his little frown and trying to regain some sense of normalcy in this conversation that was running the gamut from psycho killers to reanimation.
Truth be told, Whale had no idea how many psychiatrists there were in Asgard. But, considering the fact that he kept running into professionals in the city (doctors, FBI agents, probably a cop by now, who knows to begin with) he was certain that there were at least a few psychiatrists here.]
I ran into Alana in the hospital, actually. [Whale said, casually, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.] I mentioned that a lot of people here seemed to have at least one person they knew from home, she asked about you. You weren't the only name she mentioned, though. She mentioned...Jack somebody, I know that much.
[It had been almost a week since their introduction, Whale couldn't help the fact that Jack Crawford's name had slipped his mind since then.] The FBI came up, but we didn't talk about it that much.
[As Will starts to say the name, Whale leans into the camera bit, listening intently, as if Will's about to reveal a bit of juicy gossip instead of the name of the man who had massively screwed up his life. And hey, Hannibal. That rhymes with cannibal.
...
wait a goddamn minute. That small theory that Will wasn't as mentally sound as Whale had thought and was instead using Hannibal as a scapegoat because he wanted answers that bad? Oh yeah. It's gaining some ground. There's no way that Hannibal was a cannibal. That...well, to start with, it was silly. If someone was named Hannibal, you think they would purposefully pick a life-path that didn't rhyme with their name. That'd be like Doctor Proctor: utterly stupid. Although, he was pretty certain a gourmet chef would have ways to make people not taste like people--not that Whale had any idea what people tasted like to begin with.
Note to self: eat salads around Will, just to be on the safe side. Drinking was okay, there wasn't any way you could put people into alcohol (was there?)]
My last name is "Whale." [Kind of.] I know not to make stupid jokes based on people's names.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3af4Gz4Daw everybody know he's a motherfucking monster
Truth be told, Whale had no idea how many psychiatrists there were in Asgard. But, considering the fact that he kept running into professionals in the city (doctors, FBI agents, probably a cop by now, who knows to begin with) he was certain that there were at least a few psychiatrists here.]
I ran into Alana in the hospital, actually. [Whale said, casually, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.] I mentioned that a lot of people here seemed to have at least one person they knew from home, she asked about you. You weren't the only name she mentioned, though. She mentioned...Jack somebody, I know that much.
[It had been almost a week since their introduction, Whale couldn't help the fact that Jack Crawford's name had slipped his mind since then.] The FBI came up, but we didn't talk about it that much.
[As Will starts to say the name, Whale leans into the camera bit, listening intently, as if Will's about to reveal a bit of juicy gossip instead of the name of the man who had massively screwed up his life. And hey, Hannibal. That rhymes with cannibal.
...
wait a goddamn minute. That small theory that Will wasn't as mentally sound as Whale had thought and was instead using Hannibal as a scapegoat because he wanted answers that bad? Oh yeah. It's gaining some ground. There's no way that Hannibal was a cannibal. That...well, to start with, it was silly. If someone was named Hannibal, you think they would purposefully pick a life-path that didn't rhyme with their name. That'd be like Doctor Proctor: utterly stupid. Although, he was pretty certain a gourmet chef would have ways to make people not taste like people--not that Whale had any idea what people tasted like to begin with.
Note to self: eat salads around Will, just to be on the safe side. Drinking was okay, there wasn't any way you could put people into alcohol (was there?)]
My last name is "Whale." [Kind of.] I know not to make stupid jokes based on people's names.