[As much as a confession as he'd ever ask for, Will immediately looks up at the nearest corner of the room, eyebrow lifting. He can't see them, of course. He never could in the first place, unless they were set up to be obvious. He checks anyway, for what it's worth, reminded of a conversation he had with Abigail about not spilling the beans to Doctor Chilton that talking things out had worked. A request with no bite; she had eventually come around to liking the not-at-all-a-jerk, in her own way. So rather than show his ass by blurting out the name of Abel Gideon or something else meant to stay in the shadows, he swims into:]
Just in your office, or do you... [From one corner to the other, like his request isn't telling, doesn't take effort for him to put on the table.] ...have any recordings with Abigail under that complete control?
[Had Chilton assumed that Will looked over their texts and listened to what conversations he had with Abigail Hobbs on an obsessively frequent basis that took time to shake, completely aware it wasn't healthy but unable to stop, he'd be 100% right. If there's new material to look over, Will is on board with falling back into that habit.]
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Just in your office, or do you... [From one corner to the other, like his request isn't telling, doesn't take effort for him to put on the table.] ...have any recordings with Abigail under that complete control?
[Had Chilton assumed that Will looked over their texts and listened to what conversations he had with Abigail Hobbs on an obsessively frequent basis that took time to shake, completely aware it wasn't healthy but unable to stop, he'd be 100% right. If there's new material to look over, Will is on board with falling back into that habit.]