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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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[She won't let him hide forever; but she won't seek him out often either. Maybe that's middle ground. Or the closest thing to it they're going to find.

She does her best to remember the name, mouthing it soundlessly to herself, somebody to look out for. To avoid? To something. She'll figure out what something is later. Private on the networks. That she'll have no problem with. The option to keep things private is one she'd probably abuse, if not for the fact that people might ask why she's keeping unimportant things private. Real privacy is still something of a gift.

And then she's silent, for long enough to be considering. Almost long enough to come off as a little unsure.]

No.

[She doesn't need anything, not really. What she wants -- well, she's not comfortable asking him for what she wants right now, and she doesn't exactly want it from him, even, just from someone. Things are too heavy, there's too much between them. She can't ask him to come distract her from thinking about home and how dangerous things are here, she can't ask him for a hug or to tell her it's going to be okay. She could -- he probably would -- but it would just be... weird.]

I'm okay for now. [She's not sure how convincing she sounds, but she tries.] I'll let you know if it changes. And, um, you know where I am, too, so. If there's anything.

[She can't imagine he'd actually need anything from her, but what does she know?]

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[The silence worries him. They've just told each other pretty heavy things, after all. But Abigail knows, she knows the truth, she knows who killed her, and apparently he confessed. That's more than Will got from him. He just danced around like he always had, danced around and tried to get Will to question his sanity again. It didn't work, and it wasn't going to, never again would he let himself fall under Lecter's sway. Right? If he showed up, armed with the information Will has now, there would be no way he could...

He wouldn't...

No matter how much Lecter might try to get him feeling back on top of the world, it would all be a lie. For nothing. He had Abigail's words now. It was all he needed. The silence—would she say anything or just—

Oh.]

Hopefully everything stays okay. [Hopefully you don't need me. It's a sad thought. Him not being needed, her not needing him, the two of them stuck in the same place but avoiding each other. Not so different from home, and he can't go about giving her the means to make fishing lures after all that talk of hunting and fishing and what he said.] And...yeah. I know where to find you if something comes up.

[He hesitates to say it, thinks about ending it there. But to leave her with such empty words, he can't really bring himself to do it.]

We'll be fine here, Abigail. Both of us. [Lecter's not here. He can make a promise. It won't be empty because it's just the two of them. Hopefully it'll stay that way.] I'll make sure of it.

[I promise you goes unsaid, and perhaps it's for the best. If things change

if anything changes

at least he didn't say he promised.]