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At the very least, you have a plan of action. [Which was never really questioned, given Will's history, but Chilton could gracefully close on that observation. It was something of a treaty -- Will's reluctance to engage Chilton's concerns directly was an infinite resource. No doubt they could continue this tango all evening.]

Hopefully it will prevent our next session spent in grieving. But I won't demand we surprise the hour -- not this time around, anyway.

[Will was kind enough to address the worst case scenario, the crisis, and Chilton thought he agreed to those limited terms because an outright disaster was so much more honest than the slow crumble of existential agony. The psychiatrist smiled at Will -- a curve of lip that was friendly from the shadows, knowing and hungry.]

I'll be sure to continue to neglect inquiring if you would ever reconsider medication. We don't want the same script echoed, now do we?

Oh, "keeping it in here" is a euphemism for "automatic repression". [He leveled a glare, tilting his head with contrived cynicism.]

You know I can enable that behavior in you, Dorian. Why does Mr. Lin provoke this reticence?

You're resentful. Angry. Have I hurt your feelings, Jeff?

Such was surely not my intention.

[He can't help but laugh at the idea of himself going on medication. (Script? Is that prescription pad humor? So much better than cannibalistic jokes.) Short, no bite, a quick glimpse at the person Will could have been if not for empathy and his specific career. Paired with his whole outfit, he looked like a normal guy plagued by no particular horror. Despite the fact that Chilton had seen him at what could be considered his worst, shackled and stripped of all rights the same as any other who had residence in his facility, he had no reservations about sharing this raw, honest moment. His version of normalcy, displaying emotions, ready to spend a quiet evening in so he could be up with the sun and get those glorious catches.]

No, we don't.

[Continue this tango all evening, all weekend, all week, constantly if need be, but Will isn't going to shy away from agreeing with him. The temptation to add that he'll be sure to let him know if anything changes is present, but ultimately ignored. He'd only ever ask after something he could get from another doctor, something for the physical, and that could be seen as insult. There is no need to insult, so Will simply reaches out to take back his coffee as he pushes himself to a stand using the chair for aid. Without prompting from Jack Crawford, without any eyes on them to make his gesture one stemming from social expectations, he even extends his hand for a parting shake. He has been trained to behave, to be a good boy as best he can when around others who could raise questions, but those variables are removed. Just two men who shake hands like semi-cultured individuals, a doctor and patient with a relationship that veers to friendly, not neutral or hostile. Of course, if Chilton doesn't play along, he won't hold it against him, but it feels right. (It feels normal. Chilton provides him with some normalcy. Will could never deny that.)]

See you next Saturday, Frederick. Let me know if that changes.

[The twofold, ever-present invitation. Yeah, sure, he'd like a head's up if his appointments have to change, of course he would. But he's learned more from Hannibal than he has from Jack on how to prove himself reliable, and that's with some sense of subtlety. Let him know if he's required to do anything before their next session, and he'll come running like someone lit a fire up under his ass. Tell him who to bark at, because even though the whole thing with Walter seemed fishy and almost a waste...it's not unwelcome, in Will's little world, to go on errands for those he knew in his own.]

Nope. Not even bothered. You can make it up to me anyway.

Well, ah, that just means I'm not a jerk, I think. That's not exactly going to make a good teacher, but you're right, it might help.

I'll think about it, see if I can help that way.

[ He's gonna do it congratulations Chilton on distracting him. ]

Perfect, Peter. I anticipate a fruitful preliminary.

Until then.

You -- what?

[Chilton slouched back, his spine falling into the cushioned arm rest and away from Raina. The crestfallen expression cut across his lips as Chilton quickly adopted a sullen, suspicious mood.]

You're in conversation with Harvey Dent? Still?

[It landed a sharp punch, just as Raina had intended. Chilton crossed his arms over his bear chest, and pricked up his shoulders. The very image of her confiding with Dent, of them probably laughing together over coffee in a posh yet accessible coffeehouse -- that image gnawed at him.]

I thought I was making it up to you, right now. Through my agreement to your dangerous request.

[Just as planned.]

I would wish you good luck, but I highly doubt you'll require any.

[Uuugh, logic.]

Fine, just have a bottle of something good ready and I'll see you over the weekend?

Just this past Saturday.

[ Raina answered airily. ]

He showed me his office.

[ She got up when Chilton moved away, pacing a few steps before removing her shoes and socks, setting them to the side. Then, with her eyes on his, she reached behind herself to unhook her bra. It slipped off her shoulders easily and fell to the ground. The matching lace panties followed suit, and she stood before him -- nude and natural. Still beautiful. Still unmarred by her thorns. If Chilton really wanted to see it, then he was going to see all of it.

And if he didn't immediately leave her after seeing it, then she knew he would be worth it. If not, Harvey Dent could very easily replace him. ]

And Frederick, if you so much as flinch in disgust when I show this to you, I'm walking out that door and never coming back. This is the risk you're taking. Are you sure you still want to go through with it? It's not too late to back out.

[ Please back out. ]

Aside from the fact that we're fucking? [ said almost nonchalantly, though he's keeping a close eye on Chilton's face as he talks. He doubts that admission will shock Chilton (because let's be real, his patient is Dorian Gray,) but he wants to see just what the man's response will be. ]

That was already presumed. [Chilton smiled, smugly, hoping that this particular breed of smug smiling would irk Dorian.] I have, after all, been in conversation with Mr. Lin.

[Patient and doctor confidentiality ought to close in, right about now.]

We met at a Swearing In.

[There it was. Kind of.]

I will aim to impress you with alcohol, and then slip you a dubiously legal prescription.

My, you are a lawyer.

Sounds like my kinda weekend, getting drunk and drugged. And my, you are a therapist.

[ wait what.

Abduxel you shit. Needless to say, Dorian was definitely going to have to shoot his 'close friend' a text when all this was done. ]

There's a difference between an idle meeting and knowing someone intimately. I don't want to talk about him because, understandably, there are some parts to Matthew I want to keep to myself. [ like the whole demon thing. Dorian doesn't realize, however, that Abduxel's as subtle in his demonness as Dorian is at his immortality.

whoops. ]

I'm not going to back out.

[He said this while staring at her, catching himself gazing. She was lovely, so lovely. It was easy to get distracted by her beauty, and the psychiatrist was aware of that face. He was aware that she knew this fact, and utilized it to her advantage. That was, too, what made her so exquisite.

Chilton's body language relaxed, and he unfolded his arms -- once more exposing his dissection scar. He looked down at it, frowning, and rubbed his finger over where his left kidney used to be.]

I don't have an organ there, any longer. Abel Gideon took my kidney. He took a few other... Bits. As well.

[No need to expose the details of a circumcised intestine, or the months of touting around a colostomy bag. That wasn't particularly sexy a discussion.]

He escaped from my hospital. Kidnapped me. Drugged me. Strapped me to a gurney and proceeded to... Perform extraction surgery on my body. Gideon took out -- [Chilton swallowed, looking away.] He took out everything, and forced me to hold it all.

[Gift basket. That's what Gideon had called him, a gift basket for the true Chesapeake Ripper.]

I survived it. I can survive your secret, too.

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Hm.

[Chilton's eyes, which had been focused on Dorian's expression, didn't yet shift away.]

You must be speaking metaphorically. Otherwise -- are there any parts that Mr. Lin keeps to himself?

Be honest.

That's going in your file, by the way. Something about your lack of deference for authority needs to be on record.

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There are some parts that he had better, [ said with a huffy little frown. And certainly some moments that he had better. ]

I'm seriously hoping you're referring to cops and not yourself as authority. Tbf, either of those options is laughable as an authority figure.

Careful. I can easily rescind my offer.

Yes, sir. So sorry, sir.

Cute. [But he didn't say to stop...] I'll be in contact with you, for your accommodation.

Until then.

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idk if this is necessary, but CW: nonsexual nudity~

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