[It's late Sunday evening when Will finally decides to stop being a jackass about all this. After making sure all the doors and windows are locked, the lights are off, and doing his self-appointed nightly rounds, he strips down to the usual undershirt and boxers for bed and climbs in with the look of a man who knows he isn't going to get any sleep tonight but appreciates that their mattress is comfortable. It's always nicer to not sleep somewhere that doesn't actively make Will feel like he'd be better off laying on the floor or sitting in a cramped corner for how uncomfortable it is.]
We need to. Talk.
[Not the most beloved of phrases among the married, but Will's staring at the ceiling while he lies in their shared bed and clearly has no intention of getting up. She can probably assume it's Baltimore-related instead of, say, he went home with someone who wasn't April and does she want to set him on fire now or later.]
[Oh good. Talking. It was...a mixed benefit of marriage. On the one hand, someone else's problems. She had made a habit of not having those in her life for a very long time. But it was, weirdly (weird to the point past April would never believe future April if she pulled up in her delorean) nice. Not good, not fun. But nice. In the way that being part of something more than just your own stupid life was nice. Having more than yourself. That was nice.
So. Despite giving him a wary glance, April still crawls into bed next to him in underwear alone. Even goes so far as to kiss his shoulder then curl up next to him, head on chest and blankets stubbornly tugged up and over her shoulders. No matter the 'nice,' talking was still easier when they could both maintain steady eye contact with the wall and ceiling. And she could hear any mostly suppressed sighs from her position just over his lungs.]
[Will's arm automatically goes around her, despite his ceiling-fixed gaze. He might have had a minor crisis ("minor") just the day before, but some things are so natural by this point that denying them would take more effort than giving in. His hand settles over her shoulder under those blankets, because for all his raging love when it comes to isolation, he still craves human company. Of all people he craves, April's right at the top of the list. Good thing it's Florida and June, so she doesn't have to worry about his fingers being freezing cold and this move being one meant to annoy.]
Fred and I had a...falling-out. More or less. [Heavy is the head that wears the crown, especially when his underbelly's soft, his heart's not completely hardened, and he's not the meanest dog around. There is no affectionate grumpiness when he says that four-lettered name. Anything that sounds like Will is placing blame falls solely on him, his I just shy of self-loathing. He doesn't like having to pretend more than he has to, and after initially thinking it might be best to keep April in the dark on this, he realized that wasn't fair. If she thinks less of Will for not pulling Abigail into the full know, too, oh well. That's a chance he just has to take.] We're not speaking anymore.
[Will isn't flawless. No human is, and April tends to love flesh and blood over an idealized version of a person. Mostly because she doesn't have the time or energy to clean up after some idol falls from their pedestal and shatters. It was, all in all, easier just to see people as normal, damaged humans in the first place. So April won't make wild claims that he is without fault, in this or any situation.
But he's still her husband, god damn it. And Fred very much not. She knows what side she's on even as Will's making his confession. So what might have been a sympathetic kiss if he had used a less nearly-self-loathing tone turns into a small bite to his collar bone. April isn't going to be some...omega that just takes his word for it without question that easily.]
Mm. What did he do? Go for third base on the second date?
[His other hand runs over his face and the groan he lets out is anguished as much as is it disgusted. He doesn't want Frederick Chilton in his head, he doesn't want him getting to third base on any date. Physically or mentally, no, just no, all psychiatrists need to be completely hands off when it comes to Will Graham. He's married, for God's sake, he is property of April Ludgate. Leave him alone and don't make him draw up any imagery in his head, his imagination is going to fill in blanks whether he wants it to or not.]
No. [Just stab him in the brain a little harder, April. But he grip her shoulder tighter instead of letting go.] I—I went about something in the wrong way. He took it very personally, but it was personal and I...can't say he's wrong to. [Because Will is worse for having to gone back to Hannibal, which is not a conversation for April's ears. Unless Hannibal comes around. Then it's a conversation to have while packing for the eternal move to Siberia.] So I need people to think we're not talking across the board but don't want to. Lie to you.
[The initial response is silence. Silence because Will, clearly, had not gone about anything in the totally wrong way ever in the history of time so far as she was concerned. He had, if anything in April's opinion, been way too nice to one Freddie C. And considering hurting that man's feelings seemed to mostly involve noting he wasn't god's gift to soft science....
Hm. That first bite is followed up with the initially intended kiss as she swallows that. This isn't some network conversation with no consequence (for her). This is life. Her life, his life, their life, and it deserves actual contemplation.]
[Kisses get rewarded; he shifts against her, lips quirking in a brief, small smile. He reacts favorably to abuse, too, it can't be denied, but he's not about to discourage the idea that he'll give up details for kisses instead of bites, no way.]
I thought he'd put Abigail in a position where she could have been...hurt. Lashed out. [He had known that the two of them were, in their own way, friendly...which made it all the more personal for Will, who had also let Abigail go frolicking about the lion's den without ever having a clue. He had gone about so much wrong, look at Abigail's head and neck area and try to tell him otherwise. He finally tears his eyes off the ceiling and tucks his chin against his chest just enough that he can get a glorious eye full of April's hair (so perfectly coiffed with this recent heat).] Have you noticed I can get intense about her?
[Asked lightly because he knows he's putting how narrowed on Abigail he can get lightly, not to mention April is probably the only other person in this world who has the full scope of how intense he can be when it comes to that one-eared lure-fiend.]
[And the considering and silence and kissing was over. Will better watch his nose as April suddenly jerks up, propping herself up on one elbow (and sheets now not really covering much to people with night vision) to properly narrow her eyes at him.
Will. Really?]
He messed with my step-minion and you...feel bad about throwing things at him?
[Abby made the step-momster joke first. April has no problem taking it to heart. And Will has two seconds to defend himself on this point before April goes to her phone and takes this into her own hands.
The whole 'I thought' isn't noticed. At all. April would much rather shoot first and ask question later when it came to her five not-hated people.]
[They don't need bloody noses in this house, and Will's never been to one just lay back completely anyway. He becomes intimately more familiar with the pillow to avoid any collisions, eyes oddly colored from what light drizzles through the window as April stakes her claim.
And she stakes it so clearly, too. That's what has his smile growing, approval despite her having missed the important I thought. Unlike Hannibal, who has issues when his toys getting along and he doesn't want them to or set them up to, Will doesn't deal with people as toys and he's quite glad April has taken to Abigail so well. He's blessed to have had her say yes to superworld marriage, but he's more blessed by how she's welcomed his small family in ways that not everyone honestly would or could.]
You're so attractive when you get possessive. [He doesn't feel bad about throwing out a compliment, hand sliding down her back so she has more room.] I went about it in the wrong way because I didn't have good information, April. I made a mistake. [He shrugs, or what passes for a shrug when one is arguably settled into bed for the night.] I saw red and...I didn't think it through. I have to make up for that.
[He tries to be an adult sometimes. Please let him be an adult.]
[But being an adult is the worst, Will. The compliment helps, and she shifts back down so she's not propped up as far as she can be one elbow. But she's still watching his face now- or the light reflecting off his eyes, anyway. It's light enough she can still see his outline, but there's no question he's still got her beat in the seeing department.]
Okay...what'd he actually do?
[Because he did something. Clearly, he did something.]
[It's true, his glowy eyes make seeing late at night easy breezey. Generally handy when it comes to bedroom activities, but even when that's not the case, he's not one to turn down getting a better view of April. That would be an absurd thing to complain about for anyone. If she's settling back down, Will's totally on board with encouraging that, hand idly toying with her hair for lack of anything better to do. Not that there's much better in the world than paying April attention, either. He's moderately biased in this regard. It's a running theme with him.]
I don't know. He might not have done anything. [Which sounds a little difficult for Will to admit. Maybe he was on point and Chilton just knew what buttons to push to take the rug out from under him. Maybe Crane was doing that and Will took it to heart, let the name of Abigail Hobbs blind him. Maybe God lives in heaven for fear of the creations he's let loose, it's a toss up.] But I highly doubt we'll be having any more dinners in with Fray-Fray soon.
[A curled, twisted clump of her hair drawn between two fingers gets gently prodded at her ear, just shy of tickling. Fray-Fray is all her, not him, F Y I.]
There's totally a reason I didn't sign up for the mystery dinner stuff. You know.
[Because while plotting her own elaborate schemes to mess with people was fun, solving mysteries? Ugh. Painful. Totally better off left to Will and his empathy and caring about things. So while this whole half-answered questions and implications of motivations business might be par for the course in Graham-land, the Ludgate side of the bed would much prefer things just laid out. That is if they actually need to be. Otherwise, just keep the 'no calling Fray-Fray' memo on the fridge and demand their wedding postcard back and call it good...
Which she'd just say they should do. If it hadn't been for the 'in public' thing. And the whole weird, semi-mutual obsession the two boys seemed to have for each other that had resulted in the whole having Fred for Easter plot to begin with. She didn't get the connection the survivors of Baltimore had with each other. At all. But she got it was important they had it.]
So. Okay. We're still talking to Fred in private? But not around people. Because of...reasons.
[His fingers stop arguably ruining her hair at the mention of mystery dinner, nose wrinkling. It's difficult for anyone outside of Baltimore to really get their connection unless they're also from Baltimore. Will would like to keep it that way, because otherwise? Probably means Hannibal Lecter showed up when he wasn't looking and already had himself a Rolodex full of victims and survivors alike. April understanding that it was important was all Will could ask for, all he'd ever want her to understand, and something else he was grateful for.]
Right. [A quick nod, which probably barely registers when he realizes lifting his head off the pillow is too much effort.] And you're the only one I'm telling about this. Even Abigail isn't getting [the truth] the same story.
[So maybe he's a little trashy with this whole lying business but, at least, he isn't lying to April? At least there's that? At least she's The Chosen One?????????]
[But so little does in this life they have chosen that, rather than sounding annoyed, she can only managed vaguely bemused as she returns to her position of her head on his shoulder. What exactly Chilton had been accused of, how Will knew he was wrong, why they weren't telling Abigail. All of it was just...mystery. Mystery that, if he doesn't fill in the gaps for her on, she's just going to shrug and file away in the 'trust Will has some idea of what he's doing' box.
That it came with the added benefit of being allowed to go on prank tours of Fred's house with Abby again certainly didn't hurt the process, either.]
[What a face he makes at that, nose wrinkling, frowning, on view for the ceiling. And whatever raccoons might be watching the two of them. Eduardo might be up in the corner listening in, Will can't be bothered to check. He can be bothered to fix the covers back where she had them before with one hand, lazy and slow. The two-person burrito, on sale at Taco Bell, comes with free Nacho Doritos and a discounted Mountain Dew.]
You work for the government, too. Sometimes rules don't seem to make any sense but they're still...rules.
[And there it is, as plainly as Will's going to give it without further prompting. He has orders. He is acting on those orders and he doesn't want to risk doing anything (right now, that is) that Chilton could see as going outside the boundaries given. Will doesn't do well with the idea of being completely abandoned, and even though April is more than enough to keep him feeling like he's got someone at his side, by his side, even if not in the same sort of darkness...losing people from home is just not on the menu. April married the FBI's bloodhound, it comes as part of the packaging. So maybe he doesn't shave and shower as much as he should, but when it comes down to the wire, he's capable of turning into a frothing, rabid, frenzied beast in order to protect and serve. April Ludgate is one of the few people who has almost complete control over that leash. Underneath Abigail Hobbs, of course. It's an...odd privilege. To some. He should have put something about it in the prenuptial agreement, really, but the fact that Will would continue being his doggish self in the worst of ways in order to keep April safe was something he figured was pretty much an unspoken. A given.
Same as the fact that he probably would never need to, her own powers taken into account. Hell, one day, Will's convinced April's going to save him in a more literal sense than what she's already done. The big bad dog doesn't always win in a fight without some help, after all.]
[The eye roll is strong enough Will may actually be able to feel it against his chest, even through the fabric of his shirt. Rules. Whenever she hears something new about Baltimore it's chilling and terrifying and outright horrible. But, despite the facts of that life, the main thing the boys from Baltimore seemed to do in this world was consciously work towards making their games as overly complicated as possible.
Fine. Whatever. If that's how it was, that was how it was. But, there was still an important point to be made here and now.]
When- when- Abby finds out about this whole thing, I'm totally throwing you under the bus. And I will bet one million pizzas Fred's gonna be the one that tells her you're cutting her out of- of whatever this even is.
[The game. Because if there's one thing Fred seemed to like more than anything, in April's very limited experience, it was making it clear to everyone in the room Fred knew better than they did.]
[April throwing him under the bus is completely fair, in Will's opinion. It's a far better fate than "fuck that, I'm telling her right now" and even though April's behavior is one he can use against Chilton in the way that he couldn't control her, how could he have known she'd do that (Will apparently can't control himself all the time, he could never control anyone else)? That's not fair, either, and hell if he's going to throw April under the bus. He made an agreement. He made a deal. If it comes crashing down and falls apart, then yes, Will is the one who should get the heat for it. It might make April look a bit poorly in Abigail's eyes, but as long as she made the choice herself, well then. Will isn't Hannibal. If April chooses to do something he'd prefer her not to, the worst she can expect is some grumpiness, some looks, perhaps a few poorly-chosen words, and nothing else. After he comes crawling out from the under bus licking his wounds, naturally. The game isn't complete if no one manages to surface unscathed. Of course it's complicated, all the more opportunity for everyone involved to be terribly injured in one way or another during the process!]
That's fine with me. [He's actually pretty good at being under the bus, it's almost his second home (so close to the sewers, how could he not be acquainted with it).] And if he dares, I hope you'll be willing to accept those pizzas over a lengthy course of time. We don't have the money for a million pizzas all at once.
[The point of a bet against him meaning that's his own money seems to roll right off him in the same way he once took the order to hypnotize and instead enacted bribery as though they were synonymous.]
[She will try. Honest. Until the moment Abby actually asks what is going on, then she'll just devolve into a string of PA snark until the smart girl figures it out on her own. Hopefully after she's managed a good egging of the shrink's house or two (or apartment with his girlfriend now, apparently) in the meantime.]
[Will thinks to mention that Jonathan Crane is to be avoided at all costs, but April has made no secret of her disinterest in psychiatrists. He wouldn't point to a bonfire and say, "April, don't you jump in that bonfire! It's very hot and you will be left irrevocably scarred, in a lot of pain, or die." April was probably not going to jump into the bonfire in the first place. If she had been considering it, she was smart enough to know the consequences. He wouldn't insult her like that, he won't insult her by telling her to avoid what she already avoids. There's no point, and that just ties back into Chilton and his whole torture and nah.]
On my end, yeah. [His brow furrows, not that she can see it, though she can feel his fingers drumming along her arm, thought made action.] Anything wrong on yours?
[This for that, give and take. That's what it's all about.]
[She scoffs- scoffs. And maybe it's not the most sensitive thing to do. But the Ludgate secret to not being in trouble mostly involved in keeping the number of people she cares about down-
And. Mm. There's trouble with some of the people she cares about. But nothing that has rules and regulations tied in.]
The Riddler is a jerk. I think we need to talk Grey into getting a last name...and did you seriously talk to the devil about fish?
[Grey Ludgate or Grey Graham, whatever makes him happiest. The Riddler is a jerk? Well, with a name like the Riddler...]
I...did. [Slow, confused. Is he not supposed to talk to the devil at all? When he's so tied up in other people he knows? Would she prefer him only talk to the devil where she can't see it?] What's with the Riddler, though?
[Mostly because this world is chock full of jerks in the first place, for April to call someone a jerk and bring that up in the bed means there has either been a very great display of jerk behavior, or they've been a jerk to April, specifically. Not that he couldn't figure it out from the whole blank postcard thing but...it's eating at her, apparently. So. Might as well.]
[But fish, Will? Fish. Next it will be puns and terrible shirts. But all that is besides the point.
She sighs against his shoulder, suddenly missing talking about Fred and Balitmore over all of this....stuff. Will had the excuse of being bound by home to the Baltimore crew. April only had her own stupid self.]
[Quiet, chest rising as he takes in a deep breath. Ah, revolutionaries. It's like he gets it, she doesn't need to say anything else. Those jerkbag revolutionaries and their endless songs about singing, truly the most obnoxious sort of people that ever could walk the face of any Earth. This one, the one back in April's home, Will's home, all of them. No one compares to the absolute horror of revolutionaries. Will knows this feeling, he knows e x a c t l y what she means—]
[There isn't really a word for the noise she makes at that. All no and gross and why would you even rolled into a formless groan. God, Will.
God.
But talking about how Mitch and Eddie not getting along was like watching her parents get divorced was- well. Weird. Especially when there wasn't much of an age gap between Will and Eddie to begin with.]
Never mind. It doesn't even matter, anyway. Talk about what a jerk Fred is.
[And just like that, it's Will's turn to do the whole sitting up thing, though it's a half-hearted propping that involves rolling on his elbow more than actually sitting up. Still, the effort is there, the effort to stop making it so one of them can stare at something, anything else, but each other and she'll actually have to work to ignore the lean chunk of human in her space.]
What do you mean "it doesn't even matter"? [Bordering on offended over here, don't insult him like that.] It matters enough for you to mention, and—don't think I haven't noticed that you spend a lot of effort not mentioning things that matter. [Troy. Rick. People she actually likes leaving. That one night she came home and acted a little different around muffins in the morning.] What's the point of being married if...
[He waves his hand, finally letting it fall to his side in like a fish giving up. The lazy slap that barely makes a sound, even on the sheets.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:21 am (UTC)We need to. Talk.
[Not the most beloved of phrases among the married, but Will's staring at the ceiling while he lies in their shared bed and clearly has no intention of getting up. She can probably assume it's Baltimore-related instead of, say, he went home with someone who wasn't April and does she want to set him on fire now or later.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:38 am (UTC)[Oh good. Talking. It was...a mixed benefit of marriage. On the one hand, someone else's problems. She had made a habit of not having those in her life for a very long time. But it was, weirdly (weird to the point past April would never believe future April if she pulled up in her delorean) nice. Not good, not fun. But nice. In the way that being part of something more than just your own stupid life was nice. Having more than yourself. That was nice.
So. Despite giving him a wary glance, April still crawls into bed next to him in underwear alone. Even goes so far as to kiss his shoulder then curl up next to him, head on chest and blankets stubbornly tugged up and over her shoulders. No matter the 'nice,' talking was still easier when they could both maintain steady eye contact with the wall and ceiling. And she could hear any mostly suppressed sighs from her position just over his lungs.]
Talk.
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:58 am (UTC)Fred and I had a...falling-out. More or less. [Heavy is the head that wears the crown, especially when his underbelly's soft, his heart's not completely hardened, and he's not the meanest dog around. There is no affectionate grumpiness when he says that four-lettered name. Anything that sounds like Will is placing blame falls solely on him, his I just shy of self-loathing. He doesn't like having to pretend more than he has to, and after initially thinking it might be best to keep April in the dark on this, he realized that wasn't fair. If she thinks less of Will for not pulling Abigail into the full know, too, oh well. That's a chance he just has to take.] We're not speaking anymore.
[And there's a sigh, for April's ears only.]
Publicly.
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Date: 2015-06-15 04:09 am (UTC)But he's still her husband, god damn it. And Fred very much not. She knows what side she's on even as Will's making his confession. So what might have been a sympathetic kiss if he had used a less nearly-self-loathing tone turns into a small bite to his collar bone. April isn't going to be some...omega that just takes his word for it without question that easily.]
Mm. What did he do? Go for third base on the second date?
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Date: 2015-06-15 04:46 am (UTC)No. [Just stab him in the brain a little harder, April. But he grip her shoulder tighter instead of letting go.] I—I went about something in the wrong way. He took it very personally, but it was personal and I...can't say he's wrong to. [Because Will is worse for having to gone back to Hannibal, which is not a conversation for April's ears. Unless Hannibal comes around. Then it's a conversation to have while packing for the eternal move to Siberia.] So I need people to think we're not talking across the board but don't want to. Lie to you.
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Date: 2015-06-15 04:53 am (UTC)Hm. That first bite is followed up with the initially intended kiss as she swallows that. This isn't some network conversation with no consequence (for her). This is life. Her life, his life, their life, and it deserves actual contemplation.]
You wanna...talk talk? About the something.
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Date: 2015-06-15 05:19 am (UTC)I thought he'd put Abigail in a position where she could have been...hurt. Lashed out. [He had known that the two of them were, in their own way, friendly...which made it all the more personal for Will, who had also let Abigail go frolicking about the lion's den without ever having a clue. He had gone about so much wrong, look at Abigail's head and neck area and try to tell him otherwise. He finally tears his eyes off the ceiling and tucks his chin against his chest just enough that he can get a glorious eye full of April's hair (so perfectly coiffed with this recent heat).] Have you noticed I can get intense about her?
[Asked lightly because he knows he's putting how narrowed on Abigail he can get lightly, not to mention April is probably the only other person in this world who has the full scope of how intense he can be when it comes to that one-eared lure-fiend.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 05:27 am (UTC)Will. Really?]
He messed with my step-minion and you...feel bad about throwing things at him?
[Abby made the step-momster joke first. April has no problem taking it to heart. And Will has two seconds to defend himself on this point before April goes to her phone and takes this into her own hands.
The whole 'I thought' isn't noticed. At all. April would much rather shoot first and ask question later when it came to her five not-hated people.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 06:11 am (UTC)And she stakes it so clearly, too. That's what has his smile growing, approval despite her having missed the important I thought. Unlike Hannibal, who has issues when his toys getting along and he doesn't want them to or set them up to, Will doesn't deal with people as toys and he's quite glad April has taken to Abigail so well. He's blessed to have had her say yes to superworld marriage, but he's more blessed by how she's welcomed his small family in ways that not everyone honestly would or could.]
You're so attractive when you get possessive. [He doesn't feel bad about throwing out a compliment, hand sliding down her back so she has more room.] I went about it in the wrong way because I didn't have good information, April. I made a mistake. [He shrugs, or what passes for a shrug when one is arguably settled into bed for the night.] I saw red and...I didn't think it through. I have to make up for that.
[He tries to be an adult sometimes. Please let him be an adult.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:21 pm (UTC)Okay...what'd he actually do?
[Because he did something. Clearly, he did something.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 07:00 pm (UTC)I don't know. He might not have done anything. [Which sounds a little difficult for Will to admit. Maybe he was on point and Chilton just knew what buttons to push to take the rug out from under him. Maybe Crane was doing that and Will took it to heart, let the name of Abigail Hobbs blind him. Maybe God lives in heaven for fear of the creations he's let loose, it's a toss up.] But I highly doubt we'll be having any more dinners in with Fray-Fray soon.
[A curled, twisted clump of her hair drawn between two fingers gets gently prodded at her ear, just shy of tickling. Fray-Fray is all her, not him, F Y I.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 07:44 pm (UTC)[Because while plotting her own elaborate schemes to mess with people was fun, solving mysteries? Ugh. Painful. Totally better off left to Will and his empathy and caring about things. So while this whole half-answered questions and implications of motivations business might be par for the course in Graham-land, the Ludgate side of the bed would much prefer things just laid out. That is if they actually need to be. Otherwise, just keep the 'no calling Fray-Fray' memo on the fridge and demand their wedding postcard back and call it good...
Which she'd just say they should do. If it hadn't been for the 'in public' thing. And the whole weird, semi-mutual obsession the two boys seemed to have for each other that had resulted in the whole having Fred for Easter plot to begin with. She didn't get the connection the survivors of Baltimore had with each other. At all. But she got it was important they had it.]
So. Okay. We're still talking to Fred in private? But not around people. Because of...reasons.
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Date: 2015-06-15 08:07 pm (UTC)Right. [A quick nod, which probably barely registers when he realizes lifting his head off the pillow is too much effort.] And you're the only one I'm telling about this. Even Abigail isn't getting [the truth] the same story.
[So maybe he's a little trashy with this whole lying business but, at least, he isn't lying to April? At least there's that? At least she's The Chosen One?????????]
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Date: 2015-06-15 08:38 pm (UTC)[But so little does in this life they have chosen that, rather than sounding annoyed, she can only managed vaguely bemused as she returns to her position of her head on his shoulder. What exactly Chilton had been accused of, how Will knew he was wrong, why they weren't telling Abigail. All of it was just...mystery. Mystery that, if he doesn't fill in the gaps for her on, she's just going to shrug and file away in the 'trust Will has some idea of what he's doing' box.
That it came with the added benefit of being allowed to go on prank tours of Fred's house with Abby again certainly didn't hurt the process, either.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 09:37 pm (UTC)You work for the government, too. Sometimes rules don't seem to make any sense but they're still...rules.
[And there it is, as plainly as Will's going to give it without further prompting. He has orders. He is acting on those orders and he doesn't want to risk doing anything (right now, that is) that Chilton could see as going outside the boundaries given. Will doesn't do well with the idea of being completely abandoned, and even though April is more than enough to keep him feeling like he's got someone at his side, by his side, even if not in the same sort of darkness...losing people from home is just not on the menu. April married the FBI's bloodhound, it comes as part of the packaging. So maybe he doesn't shave and shower as much as he should, but when it comes down to the wire, he's capable of turning into a frothing, rabid, frenzied beast in order to protect and serve. April Ludgate is one of the few people who has almost complete control over that leash. Underneath Abigail Hobbs, of course. It's an...odd privilege. To some. He should have put something about it in the prenuptial agreement, really, but the fact that Will would continue being his doggish self in the worst of ways in order to keep April safe was something he figured was pretty much an unspoken. A given.
Same as the fact that he probably would never need to, her own powers taken into account. Hell, one day, Will's convinced April's going to save him in a more literal sense than what she's already done. The big bad dog doesn't always win in a fight without some help, after all.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 10:47 pm (UTC)Fine. Whatever. If that's how it was, that was how it was. But, there was still an important point to be made here and now.]
When- when- Abby finds out about this whole thing, I'm totally throwing you under the bus. And I will bet one million pizzas Fred's gonna be the one that tells her you're cutting her out of- of whatever this even is.
[The game. Because if there's one thing Fred seemed to like more than anything, in April's very limited experience, it was making it clear to everyone in the room Fred knew better than they did.]
Out of the Baltimore knitting circle.
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Date: 2015-06-16 12:29 am (UTC)That's fine with me. [He's actually pretty good at being under the bus, it's almost his second home (so close to the sewers, how could he not be acquainted with it).] And if he dares, I hope you'll be willing to accept those pizzas over a lengthy course of time. We don't have the money for a million pizzas all at once.
[The point of a bet against him meaning that's his own money seems to roll right off him in the same way he once took the order to hypnotize and instead enacted bribery as though they were synonymous.]
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Date: 2015-06-16 01:07 am (UTC)We'll make a payment plan...
But that's the only thing wrong?
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Date: 2015-06-16 01:39 am (UTC)On my end, yeah. [His brow furrows, not that she can see it, though she can feel his fingers drumming along her arm, thought made action.] Anything wrong on yours?
[This for that, give and take. That's what it's all about.]
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Date: 2015-06-16 01:46 am (UTC)And. Mm. There's trouble with some of the people she cares about. But nothing that has rules and regulations tied in.]
The Riddler is a jerk. I think we need to talk Grey into getting a last name...and did you seriously talk to the devil about fish?
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Date: 2015-06-16 02:08 am (UTC)I...did. [Slow, confused. Is he not supposed to talk to the devil at all? When he's so tied up in other people he knows? Would she prefer him only talk to the devil where she can't see it?] What's with the Riddler, though?
[Mostly because this world is chock full of jerks in the first place, for April to call someone a jerk and bring that up in the bed means there has either been a very great display of jerk behavior, or they've been a jerk to April, specifically. Not that he couldn't figure it out from the whole blank postcard thing but...it's eating at her, apparently. So. Might as well.]
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Date: 2015-06-17 12:46 am (UTC)She sighs against his shoulder, suddenly missing talking about Fred and Balitmore over all of this....stuff. Will had the excuse of being bound by home to the Baltimore crew. April only had her own stupid self.]
He's a revolutionary. Or something.
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Date: 2015-06-17 01:24 am (UTC)[Quiet, chest rising as he takes in a deep breath. Ah, revolutionaries. It's like he gets it, she doesn't need to say anything else. Those jerkbag revolutionaries and their endless songs about singing, truly the most obnoxious sort of people that ever could walk the face of any Earth. This one, the one back in April's home, Will's home, all of them. No one compares to the absolute horror of revolutionaries. Will knows this feeling, he knows e x a c t l y what she means—]
He's stepping on your turf?
[Psyche.]
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Date: 2015-06-17 01:35 am (UTC)God.
But talking about how Mitch and Eddie not getting along was like watching her parents get divorced was- well. Weird. Especially when there wasn't much of an age gap between Will and Eddie to begin with.]
Never mind. It doesn't even matter, anyway. Talk about what a jerk Fred is.
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Date: 2015-06-17 02:36 am (UTC)What do you mean "it doesn't even matter"? [Bordering on offended over here, don't insult him like that.] It matters enough for you to mention, and—don't think I haven't noticed that you spend a lot of effort not mentioning things that matter. [Troy. Rick. People she actually likes leaving. That one night she came home and acted a little different around muffins in the morning.] What's the point of being married if...
[He waves his hand, finally letting it fall to his side in like a fish giving up. The lazy slap that barely makes a sound, even on the sheets.]
...I don't support you as much as you support me?
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