[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.
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.]
[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.
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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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Date: 2015-12-28 04:14 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2015-12-28 04:21 am (UTC)[ 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.
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Date: 2015-12-28 04:41 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2015-12-28 04:54 am (UTC)[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.
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