[He cuts himself off in order to maintain balance with one hand while, as quickly as he can, he turns around in front of her. On his knees, on the floor, free hand moving out to shut the carton so there won't be any spilling before he moves it to take one of hers. If she thinks that he's reached out for her with the hand sporting their wedding ring on purpose, she'd be right. Whether it comes naturally at this point or it's him driving home a point is left for her to guess, the whole thing seems so fluidly and thoughtlessly executed. Will's been in worse spots that a nicely carpeted floor between his wife's legs, there is no need for this to be something he thinks about much. It's a good spot to be in! Even if the current situation isn't as desirable as it could be.]
It's too dangerous for them. I don't know if this guy has any reservations about hurting an animal, but I doubt it. The scars you see on me came from friends, from people I thought were friends. Because I got too close. I have no affection for the guy I'm trying to find now. I'll be fine. This is—April, this is what I do. Before I knew you, or Abigail, or Frederick, or—or anyone from home you've ever met, or I've told you about. This is what I've always done. I find people. I find bad people, and I put them away or I put them down. If this was too dangerous for me [He'd do it without letting anyone know? Nah, that's not reassuring.] I wouldn't be doing it. So you keep these here, and I'll be back as soon as this is over to wear them again.
[It's explanation without plea. The bits of desperation that pepper his tone from time to time are born out of desire to see that she understands, nothing else. Will knows he's not immortal. He knows he can be put down, too. But he knows his skills, his gifts, what he excels at and what he does not. He also knows that him dying at the hands of anyone other than Hannibal Lecter is simply not to be done. If Hannibal arrived and ever found out, goodness, talk about making an enemy right off the bat.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 05:06 am (UTC)[He cuts himself off in order to maintain balance with one hand while, as quickly as he can, he turns around in front of her. On his knees, on the floor, free hand moving out to shut the carton so there won't be any spilling before he moves it to take one of hers. If she thinks that he's reached out for her with the hand sporting their wedding ring on purpose, she'd be right. Whether it comes naturally at this point or it's him driving home a point is left for her to guess, the whole thing seems so fluidly and thoughtlessly executed. Will's been in worse spots that a nicely carpeted floor between his wife's legs, there is no need for this to be something he thinks about much. It's a good spot to be in! Even if the current situation isn't as desirable as it could be.]
It's too dangerous for them. I don't know if this guy has any reservations about hurting an animal, but I doubt it. The scars you see on me came from friends, from people I thought were friends. Because I got too close. I have no affection for the guy I'm trying to find now. I'll be fine. This is—April, this is what I do. Before I knew you, or Abigail, or Frederick, or—or anyone from home you've ever met, or I've told you about. This is what I've always done. I find people. I find bad people, and I put them away or I put them down. If this was too dangerous for me [He'd do it without letting anyone know? Nah, that's not reassuring.] I wouldn't be doing it. So you keep these here, and I'll be back as soon as this is over to wear them again.
[It's explanation without plea. The bits of desperation that pepper his tone from time to time are born out of desire to see that she understands, nothing else. Will knows he's not immortal. He knows he can be put down, too. But he knows his skills, his gifts, what he excels at and what he does not. He also knows that him dying at the hands of anyone other than Hannibal Lecter is simply not to be done. If Hannibal arrived and ever found out, goodness, talk about making an enemy right off the bat.]