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From:

aggressiveapathy

[ So many demands from a man she's already wait on to come back frs om the dead. Do you think Jesus got a bath and some snacks before his post-death business? But...she sighs and rests her head on his shoulder as they walk. ]

You're making the waffles.

From:

infomodder

[His grip on her hand tightens so he can bring them up, leave a soft set of kisses to her knuckles, and drop them back down. After that, he leans his head against hers as well, apparently no longer concerned with the formerly dreaded PDA.]

If it's waffles you want, it's waffles you're gonna get. [Extravagant waffles. With chocolate chips, berries, whipped cream, the works. Not even as a stall, just as a deserved reward for dealing with his death nonsense.] Thank you. For coming to get me.

From:

aggressiveapathy

Shut up.

[She doesn't lift her head at all, which makes her hitting her should against his extra ineffective.]

Seriously, Will. Don't- don't with the thanking. Stuff. We're married. There's no choice in coming to get you.

From:

infomodder

Of course there is.

[Quiet, mumbled for her ears only. He's been told to shut up and yet shut up he does not. He had one rule. Is he even trying? Gosh. But choice is an important buzzword for Will Graham, and he knows better than to ever suspect she's operating under some fear that if she makes a "wrong move" he'll lash out for it, so.]

You have a uniquely solid mask of unconcern, April. Never seen one so perfectly crafted before you. But underneath that beautiful mask, [he squeezes her hand, a smile in his voice without being on face] there is a well of care. You might not want anyone else to see it, or know it's there, but you've shown me that side of you enough for me to know, without a doubt, it exists. You've shown me again this morning.

[Nope, he didn't shut up at all. He did the opposite. Emotional observations come pouring out like he's never heard the phrase "shut up" at all and therefore doesn't know what it means.]

I say thank you because, regardless of circumstance, I am always honored to get a glimpse beyond the veil. It is a privilege for you to deem me worthy of seeing you as you are, in every light. That's the you I love, April. All of you.

[Observations about emotional nudity, how risqué.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

Stupid.

[ They are never going to make it home, never ever. Hope Will isn't secretly bleeding out, since he will die again on the sidewalk as April tugs him towards an ally way. Because this isn't head on shoulder talk. Not with all that rambling lovey stuff. This is Will's back back against a wall and her hands on his shoulders talk. ]

There's no choice because I love you, too. You stupid, murder-addicted genius. Who is totally going to keep doing stuff like this, and I'm going to keep coming. And yelling. So...we totally have to just come up with a short hand. To cover this. Stuff. Or we're gonna spend our whole lives in the same conversation and never have time for waffles and tormenting people that hates dogs or anything else fun.

From:

infomodder

[And he just goes with it, as malleable and fluid as molding clay in her hands. With some people, being turned into anywhere remotely hidden from the public eye was a bit of concern, but April? Nah. Not that sort of concern, anyway. He was so happy he'd stolen some new clothes now, no matter how much they didn't match.]

All right, all right. [His hands go up beside his head, like he's been caught, he's not gonna resist arrest. Officer Ludgate cracked the case.] I'll stop telling you how fantastic you are, and how much I love you, and how I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. If that's what you want. [One finger goes up in a point.] Draw the line at faking it during sex, that's my limit. I'd say I'd try but...

[He makes a pfft sort of face.]

...couldn't do it.

[The murder addiction gets a free pass. This time.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

God. I want a divorce.

[She said as she grabbed for- his missing tie. Hm. Maybe she was getting to used to being married to a police man and having a lawyer at work to boss around. The second grab gets his sleeve, though, and they're back on their way.]

Praise me all the time. I'm amazing. But don't thank me.

From:

infomodder

[The sleeve will do just fine. Really, April could grab his ear and he'd happily follow after, resume their former position. Even with the dreaded d-word on her tongue. At least in this tone there's no real fear of her going through with it.]

How can I praise you all the time if we're divorced? Unless you expect me to go through the stressful process of divorce but keep everything the same.

[Judging by his tone, that idea doesn't seem too horrible. Waking up next to April is anything but, always has been, before and after it was official.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

You're supposed to be smart. Despite everything. You can figure it out.

[ Divorced, married, whatever. They'll still have the bed. And kids. And dealing with Will's eternal habit of being murdered. ]

From:

infomodder

[He wiggles their fingers again, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as though he's finally caught onto her game. Long enough for her to spot the mild theatrics. Nodding, he murmurs:]

I'll figure it out after waffles.

[The bed may be involved, if April so chooses.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

Hm.

[ She gives him an appraising look. Loser that has given her yet another heart attack. But this is the horrible, stupid life she chose. ]

You're de-furring the whole house, too. After waffles.

From:

infomodder

[His lips purse as he nods a few times in resolution. Acceptance of fate instead of putting up fuss, that's her loser husband down to the marrow. No complaints, only agreement. He deserves this fate, but perhaps he gets a question. Not questioning her judgment, just a question in general.]

The whole house including or excluding you?

From:

aggressiveapathy

Depends on if you piss me off first.

[ They still haven't really talked about Baltimore involvement. There is plenty of time for him to ruin everything. With that or a million other things.

Or time to distract her so her forgets it all and lives her normal, fur covered life. ]