slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

oh sure
in the form of
i'll make you very sorry if he gets to me or mine due to your negligence

think i can't keep a secret?

Except now I kind of want to know why you haven't told me I should join up with Superman. Or anyone else around here. Out of "concern."

We could discuss it Saturday in your office.

[But that serves to put off the inevitable actually talking about therapeutic things, which Will? Is honestly all for. Unfortunately, he's rather convinced that Chilton would actually like to have proper therapy, and if Will keeps working to put it off at every twist and turn, he worries he'll really only be working to create a schism, and that's the last thing they need, isn't it? So:]

I don't have any plans that night. It won't be a problem for me if we go over the allotted hour.

It's not something I'd be prone to forget. [And he considers Walt's invitation for aid, calculating his own needs -- not for sustenance, necessarily, but what his requests could mean for his asserted sway over Walt.

But no, he decided. Wouldn't do well to push his luck yet, not when he truly might require it.]

I'm fine, thank you. If any need arises... I know who to contact.

Good.

[ Chilton's already better than Crane. At least he's willing to take Walt up on his offer.

A beat. ]

Take care of yourself, Chilton. And for god's sake, if you're going to get kidnapped again, try not to do it on a Friday night, will you?

[ The last little bit is spoken like a tease, lightening the mood after all those embarrassing voicemails he left. ]

Well that is rather considerate of you. One might almost mistake that magnanimity for indulgence.

Or pity.

[There, he said it. The suspicion that had been haunting his mind this conversation. Too much of the unspoken had welled, and broke did the dam.]

[ His surprise barely fazes her; she has a tendency to shock people with that tidbit and she can't say she blames them. There is something unnerving about a power like that. A little too Big Brother if she were the paranoid, Batman type. ]

It begs the question: is she (he? I don't know) retracing Lounds' steps or is her face just a good disguise for whatever it is they're up to?

I can lurk these places and keep an eye out.

Have you looked at the time? It's too early for pity. I haven't even had breakfast yet.

[But if dams are breaking and Chilton's questioning his motivation, might as well break another (because a huge flood is the best sort, right?) and see if that does anything.]

This one is a little close to home. I need some objectivity.

[He might be projecting like mad; the only ones who deserves pity here are the priest and Chilton for having to deal with him.]

How rather green of you -- recycling poor Mr. Brown like that.

[Snide, perhaps, and with a sandpaper delivery. But Chilton couldn't help his hackles rise; Will took that pawn from him. It wasn't like Brown could be useful, after his failed murder attempt.]

But it is cautious. Safe. [He would concede to that.] You knew the Privacy Room was tapped, of course.

You make it sound so crucial.

[But it had worked -- Will Graham in psychological peril was always the sort of whistle Chilton would respond to, even in the wake of a slightly smudge ego.]

I agree, then. It would be fine to bring whatever files you have accumulated for the case for our upcoming session. I presume it isn't all in your head.

I will be sure to schedule any misfortune outside of and around your own agenda.

[These two, and their parting farewells.]

I imagine you can keep a secret that would benefit you if left undisclosed.

Not so certain how invested you are in my longevity.

you'll never be certain of that
unless you find a way to make me invested
tit for tat. show me more love and i have so much to give back

if not his name then someone else's
a source of freddie's

Maybe I'll buy you a drink. How's that for love? I'm sure you're more interested in the abstract manifestation, as it stands.

Perhaps you'll settle for feelings of mild and begrudging respect.

Clark Kent. Not Freddie's source.

[But rather, Chilton was his.]

You know as well as I do that they wouldn't agree with our point of view. They'd be impediments.

Just the way I like you, in exactly those ratios.

[I'M THINKING OF DOING A SESSION LOG LATER IN THE MONTH or would you like one separate, or handwaved, or threaded here?]

She went all around, hardly a creature of exposed comforts. Freddie was a... Private. Individual. Given how loud her choice of accessories happened to be, I imagine her familiar places would be small and subdued in comparison. [He shrugged, frowning. Profiling sane people wasn't his favorite hobby.] Coffee shops. Park benches.

sweet talker
i'm weak in the knees
will clark kent also make me swoon? are you going to introduce us? oh i'm nervous.

I can move pretty fast.

[ She can hover around these places, but she can zip between other locations and still make out those bouncy red curls anywhere. Whoever this impostor is, they didn't pick someone who blended in that easily. ]

I'll take a look around just to see if they show their... her face. This is so creepy.

The point of view where I remove half of Sylar's brain. Right. Because there's always some way that's more humane. It's not like murder feels any better, and he'll still exist, right?

Some guys just don't deserve to live in a cage. Can't be stopped. Need to be put down. [ Peter stop before it gets any more obvious that you've murdered people. ]

Sometimes you make me worry that I chose the wrong therapist.

[ whatever works best with you, bb! ]

[Carries that whistle around his neck, sometimes confuses it for the dog whistle, packs of psychiatrists just come bounding out of the woods to let him know he fucked up.]

No, I've got plenty of files on it I can bring over. [People being in his head, pfft.] I'll see you Saturday, then. And thanks for getting back to me as soon as you could.

[He's just assuming here, and stops himself from adding on more to that. Something more telling, like getting back to him before he did anything too terribly embarrassing. Going to Chilton's room and ransacking it to check for signs of him having gone somewhere of his own accord or been taken, starting an internal internal investigation when he realized he wasn't Ported out...general panic.]

[poor Mr. Brown gets nothing from Will. He's rather just there until that last bit of information hits him. While he hadn't thought it at all beyond Chilton to go for illegal means at that level, that calls back one particular conversation between the two of them, Will in his cage after having a breath in freedom for the worst possible reasons, and he doesn't stop the displeased look that crosses his face.]

I had a feeling. [Had Chilton been angling for some of those more personal conversations, letting the loves of killers go to waste, Alana Bloom's strangely successful hypnotism? No sir.] Suppose that doesn't matter now unless—you're not recording this, are you?

[Which isn't to say that Will minds it so much as, now, he'd like to be given a head's up on the matter. No need to go discussing matters that would put them both at risk if there's going to be the potential for evidence left behind, even if a file can be deleted.]

I'm not going to introduce you, no. I gave you a name and that's as good an investigative lead as any.

Why, is Mr. Kent your type?

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