[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.
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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
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. ]
[It's hard to fight nature, instinct. But the last thing Will wanted was to drag the kids into it. Every time April had to deal with it was truly unfortunate, yes, but...that's what a marriage was, wasn't it? Dealing with each other's issues. And hopefully April knew if a problem ever cropped up for her, all those skills he'd put to use for Chilton would be used at full potential on her behalf.
April, however, was the smartest of them all. She stayed out of the shit as much as possible. Like an honestly sane individual. And here she was making the same suggestion Will had months ago to another of his people. It was like being slapped, only in a good way.]
I don't... [How would Chilton react to that? Did he care at this point? Did he want to sell Walter White to the police, to imPorts with higher powers, and watch the shitshow from there just to see if it would ruin his Goddamn book deal? Would doing the most reasonable, logical, sane thing be viewed as petty this-for-that? Christ.] ...know who to hand it off to.
[ Because hand off didn't mean 'hold hands with that person and take care of Walt together.' Hand off meant hands off. April will magic the house down. And if Walt comes near, they won't need the kids. She'll burn him. ]
[She's thrown him for a loop, momentarily. Again, April gets to witness as Will comes down off that hurricane-like high, that keep going keep going mindset. As he realizes he can be still for a while without falling apart entirely, as winds and rain stop and he stands there, staring at her with confusion, then concern, and finally relief. Peace, almost.]
Yes, I... [Frown, shoulders slumping, he moves to bridge the space between them before attempting to smile. It doesn't go over well, but it's an attempt just the same.] Thought I already was. Home. You're home, April.
[ As frequently happens, April's words and actions don't really match up as she welcomes Will back into her space by wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her forehead against the crook of his neck. She'd been freaking out. Again. For the third time in such a short time and this time- this time- it had been someone here.
Someone he'd been chasing down for Fred Chilton. Her arms tighten just a little more. ]
[Ah, that's better. Will puts his arms around her waist to welcome back in return, the gesture as natural as breathing at this point. And what she says after gets a quiet, too bitter to be joyous laugh from him as he shamelessly nuzzles his nose in her hair.]
You read my mind. Christmas at home sounds perfect to me.
[And then New Year's overseas and maybe not talking or doing Baltimore things for, like, three months.]
[Heading home with one of his hands clutched around hers like she's his sole lifeline? Oh yes. His grip this morning is a desperate, needy, clingy thing.]
Can we finish after I get a shower? Maybe over an early breakfast?
[He's not stalling, he's been away for days. He needs a shower.]
[ 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. ]
[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.
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Date: 2015-12-24 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-24 04:20 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2015-12-24 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-24 10:25 pm (UTC)...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.]
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Date: 2015-12-24 10:29 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-12-24 10:43 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2015-12-24 10:58 pm (UTC)[Right after suicide? Christ, Will. Maybe he was the one that needed the intervention-
Wait.]
Spill it.
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Date: 2015-12-24 11:01 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-12-24 11:03 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-12-24 11:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-12-24 11:21 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-12-24 11:44 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-12-25 12:00 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-12-25 12:53 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2015-12-25 01:00 am (UTC)[ 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.
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Date: 2015-12-25 01:26 am (UTC)April, however, was the smartest of them all. She stayed out of the shit as much as possible. Like an honestly sane individual. And here she was making the same suggestion Will had months ago to another of his people. It was like being slapped, only in a good way.]
I don't... [How would Chilton react to that? Did he care at this point? Did he want to sell Walter White to the police, to imPorts with higher powers, and watch the shitshow from there just to see if it would ruin his Goddamn book deal? Would doing the most reasonable, logical, sane thing be viewed as petty this-for-that? Christ.] ...know who to hand it off to.
[Because there are options.
And he's trying to think which one is the best.]
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Date: 2015-12-25 01:53 am (UTC)[ Because hand off didn't mean 'hold hands with that person and take care of Walt together.' Hand off meant hands off. April will magic the house down. And if Walt comes near, they won't need the kids. She'll burn him. ]
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Date: 2015-12-25 02:20 am (UTC)[She's thrown him for a loop, momentarily. Again, April gets to witness as Will comes down off that hurricane-like high, that keep going keep going mindset. As he realizes he can be still for a while without falling apart entirely, as winds and rain stop and he stands there, staring at her with confusion, then concern, and finally relief. Peace, almost.]
Yes, I... [Frown, shoulders slumping, he moves to bridge the space between them before attempting to smile. It doesn't go over well, but it's an attempt just the same.] Thought I already was. Home. You're home, April.
[Feelings.]
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Date: 2015-12-25 06:00 pm (UTC)[ As frequently happens, April's words and actions don't really match up as she welcomes Will back into her space by wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her forehead against the crook of his neck. She'd been freaking out. Again. For the third time in such a short time and this time- this time- it had been someone here.
Someone he'd been chasing down for Fred Chilton. Her arms tighten just a little more. ]
No Baltimore for the rest of the year.
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Date: 2015-12-25 06:48 pm (UTC)You read my mind. Christmas at home sounds perfect to me.
[And then New Year's overseas and maybe not talking or doing Baltimore things for, like, three months.]
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Date: 2015-12-25 07:46 pm (UTC)[ They can at least start heading home. To deal with the more away from the crowds. ]
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Date: 2015-12-25 08:08 pm (UTC)Can we finish after I get a shower? Maybe over an early breakfast?
[He's not stalling, he's been away for days. He needs a shower.]
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Date: 2015-12-28 02:37 am (UTC)You're making the waffles.
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Date: 2015-12-28 03:20 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-12-28 03:43 am (UTC)[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.
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