[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.
[The sleeve will do just fine. Really, April could grab his ear and he'd happily follow after, resume their former position. Even with the dreaded d-word on her tongue. At least in this tone there's no real fear of her going through with it.]
How can I praise you all the time if we're divorced? Unless you expect me to go through the stressful process of divorce but keep everything the same.
[Judging by his tone, that idea doesn't seem too horrible. Waking up next to April is anything but, always has been, before and after it was official.]
[He wiggles their fingers again, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as though he's finally caught onto her game. Long enough for her to spot the mild theatrics. Nodding, he murmurs:]
[His lips purse as he nods a few times in resolution. Acceptance of fate instead of putting up fuss, that's her loser husband down to the marrow. No complaints, only agreement. He deserves this fate, but perhaps he gets a question. Not questioning her judgment, just a question in general.]
[ They still haven't really talked about Baltimore involvement. There is plenty of time for him to ruin everything. With that or a million other things.
Or time to distract her so her forgets it all and lives her normal, fur covered life. ]
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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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Date: 2015-12-28 05:10 am (UTC)How can I praise you all the time if we're divorced? Unless you expect me to go through the stressful process of divorce but keep everything the same.
[Judging by his tone, that idea doesn't seem too horrible. Waking up next to April is anything but, always has been, before and after it was official.]
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Date: 2015-12-28 06:09 pm (UTC)[ Divorced, married, whatever. They'll still have the bed. And kids. And dealing with Will's eternal habit of being murdered. ]
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Date: 2015-12-28 09:24 pm (UTC)I'll figure it out after waffles.
[The bed may be involved, if April so chooses.]
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Date: 2015-12-29 04:45 am (UTC)[ She gives him an appraising look. Loser that has given her yet another heart attack. But this is the horrible, stupid life she chose. ]
You're de-furring the whole house, too. After waffles.
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Date: 2015-12-29 05:32 am (UTC)The whole house including or excluding you?
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Date: 2015-12-29 05:35 am (UTC)[ They still haven't really talked about Baltimore involvement. There is plenty of time for him to ruin everything. With that or a million other things.
Or time to distract her so her forgets it all and lives her normal, fur covered life. ]