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aggressiveapathy

Keep talking.

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infomodder

[The road noise grows louder, closer.]

You excited for Transylvania?

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aggressiveapathy

Will. What were you doing?

From:

infomodder

[NO HE WAS TRYING TO DEFLECT and still is]

Not much.

[This is not a lie.]

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aggressiveapathy

You were gone.

Again.

A third time. This, like, quarter.

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infomodder

No, no. [Quiet, like he has trouble accepting it himself. The other times, yeah, okay, the Porter is a bitch. But this third time is not the same, even if it falls under a similar umbrella.] Wasn't. Gone. I was taken.

[At least with the Porter, it could happen to anyone at any time. She didn't pick and choose because someone in their social circle pissed her off. She didn't keep them captive, torture, and kill them. On someone else, that last bit may sound like nothing more than wounded pride, kicked ego. But for Will, to even get on that rung, it's gotta be something not good at all.]

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aggressiveapathy

[Can you hear a heart skip a beat over the phone, Will? Now would be the time to learn as April comes to a sudden dead stop her worry-anger pacing.]

Where are you? I'm not waiting. I'll meet you half way.

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infomodder

[:c]

Hold on, there's a sign.

[Cue the sound of that half-jog/half-run thing people do when there's not too far to go but far enough a quick walk won't do the trick. When that stops, there's a relieved sigh and a short, cracked, happy laugh.]

Walking into Maurtia Falls as we speak. Do you...meet at the Porter back in Heropa?

From:

aggressiveapathy

[ She would clearly prefer to just sprint all the way, but god. That makes more sense. ]

Fine.

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infomodder

Shouldn't be more than twenty minutes. [Thanks to stag travel.] Love you and see you soon, April.

From:

aggressiveapathy

[ And lo, she is there. In sandals and an outfit she was otherwise clearly just curled up on the couch being miserable in minutes before. ]

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infomodder

[When Will Ports through, he is definitely wearing thrift shop apparel. Only none of what he's wearing are actually his clothes. The jeans are along his usual, but the shirt pulled over is some New York City tourist-y t-shirt, and the jacket he's wearing looks more like it belongs on a blue Stay-Puft lover three times larger than Will is. Someone went dumpster diving outside a secondhand goods store thanks to sheer desperation. Coupled with rosy cheeks due to colder weather, pale face, and his hair all askew, he looks like the word Mess given human form.

Said Human Disaster stares at April for a few seconds, tired, before he sprints at her like if he doesn't catch her in time, she'll just...poof.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

[ Public make out time is go. The whole 'who, what, where, why, when' thing is secondary to the reunion clinging and kissing. Which may end either against a building wall or on the sidewalk if Will isn't careful. ]

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infomodder

[Yeah, he can agree to that for the moment, is equally clingy and kissy. Not just because that means he doesn't have to talk about anything (though this is a perk) but because, damn, had he been worried he'd come back to find his house had been targeted next. But no sidewalks for April, not this time. Building walls are, however, totally acceptable, even if no one else thinks otherwise. But it's the holidays, so maybe they'll be more focused on the spirit of the season, public displays of love can be tolerated easier now, right?

...he's a little more clingy and kissy than usual, actually. Will's hands fumble at her hips with all the self-control he can muster to keep from going any further than that. The leftover confusion, high, and adrenaline rush from death is a strange, driving sort of force.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

[If this had just been a normal happy day reunion, April would have been the one needing to be stopped. Sex on the sidewalk? Please. She'd release that sex tape online herself. But there was one small other issue.

So, moving so Will's the one with his back pressed against the wall and she is right there up against his front, April pulls back enough to glare. Kind of. As was often the case in this marriage, she was slightly too close to him to glare properly at the blob that was her husband's eyes.]

What. Happened.

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infomodder

[Well. As long as she isn't pulling away, he'll keep his hands firmly in place on her. Even when he looks down for a moment, like he's trying to find the words (or courage to say them), he doesn't break contact.]

I was...murdered.

[Except for how out of the world that idea is, being dead and coming back...Will manages to deliver it with the quiet nervousness more appropriate to "I cheated on you" or "I lost our entire savings fund in Vegas." Which may have been a weird choice, tonally, to anyone but April, considering Will had so many issues with almost dying/not dying/surprise doing the thing himself over the course of their marriage.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

You are fucking kidding me.

[Right after suicide? Christ, Will. Maybe he was the one that needed the intervention-

Wait.]

Spill it.

From:

infomodder

[Why this, why is this his life, why is it surrounded by death and then dragging that into April's life, why does everything happen so much?

He looks up at her, sighs, and tries to gently twist them so they're holding hands and can do that walk-and-talk thing. Makes it easier to discuss if he isn't staring her in the eye, but it's ultimately up to April if she'll allow it.]

Remember who I spent most of July trying to find?

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aggressiveapathy

And who beat the shit out of people, like, a week ago. Yeah.

[Sorry, Will. No. This is not flying. She pulls her hand out of his and steps in front of him. No getting murdered then not looking her in the eye. Live with your consequences.]

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infomodder

[Damn it. He tried, though, at least he can say that. As he stands there awkwardly, like he's two seconds from literally running away, he can claim he made an effort.]

I thought I was... [meeting Frederick he almost says, but no, nope, not going to pin that guilt to him, not where April could pin it to him as well] ...I thought someone was in trouble. Turned out I was wrong. Only one in trouble was me. Walter White's—listen. [And here he puts his hands up, loosely taking a hold of her shoulders.] There are unstable, egotistical, vicious, delusional people in this world and then we've got people like him. I know. I just spent the last couple of days with him.

[Does that clear things up...]

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aggressiveapathy

So why they hell were you dealing with him to start again?! Why wasn't this just the Government's problem. Or- or anything else. Goddamn it, Will. This- how is this not what happened to you at home?

[How many days until she seriously was Molly? Will running off, Will getting hurt, little wife at home. Hell of a partnership.

And she so very much doesn't care they're getting a crowd, too.]

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infomodder

[Never Molly. That implies April and the kids get hurt (or attempted, considering powers and all) and hah, that is not a history to repeat. No thanks. Neither is what she asks, really. Will rolls his head back and sighs like this is just a lover's spat about Christmas decorations or plans, nothing of interest to be seen, move along, go argue about your own holiday shit, crowd.]

What happened back home happened because I worked with the government. This...is my people were involved. And they're not—Walter hates me. Must be easier than hating himself. Hannibal never...home was the opposite of hate.

[Which makes it no better but hey. He profiled the monsters to find out their reasoning, that was his life. Reasons and motivations are his thing, always and forever.]

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aggressiveapathy

I-

[She holds up her hands, stepping back. This was not the answer that was going to calm her down, make this okay. Not when she'd managed this many years without one death.]

The government were your people. You can't- it's the same people. Love, hate. Whatever. You're still dead Will. Stop dying.

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infomodder

[Who cares if there are people watching? Not Will, not now, not when she had to go and put it like that.]

You say that like I had any control over it. I didn't! [Which is, of course, what he seems most upset about right now.] I didn't go there to die. This isn't. This isn't what I want, I don't—

[But then he waves one hand and stops abruptly, backing off as well.]

You can blame me for a lot, but I'm not. I didn't die. I was murdered. Blame the guy who murdered me. I'm not...not gonna listen to another round of being told it's my fault.

[Especially not from April. Solely because it's from April. He might be reading her wrong; after getting abducted for shit that was not his fault but blamed on him anyway, while Chilton apparently kept safe and cozy and left Will in the cold (role reversal, how unsettling), he's a little over the whole convenient scapegoat thing, perceived or otherwise.

Even if it comes from a place of love. At least April won't try to eat his brain out of his skull.]

From:

aggressiveapathy

So let's go tell someone. That asshole needs- Will, we have to hand this off. This isn't your fault, so it never should have been your problem to start.

[ Baltimore and their need to hunt and be secret. She'd tried, she really had. Tried to support that need Will had. And this is what it was getting them. Will dead at home, Will dead here. And the kids would all go chasing the monsters in the night, too, if they knew.

She had tried. And it hadn't worked out so well. ]

Babe, I need you to be safe.