It isn't an... Issue, any longer. Quite obviously. [The unease of his confession swelled, like groundwater gurgling up from a well. Perhaps he shouldn't be so cavalier with his love life, especially considering how Will had already been acquainted with Raina, as Chilton had been the one to originally bring her up. Wouldn't want an FBI bloodhound drawing comparisons, would he?] I just. It isn't me you had to worry about.

[Even without the full thrust of his nearing fate, Chilton distilled a certain distaste for framing jobs.]

-- Not that I think you do, mind. I know we're all friends here.

[He said to Will, referring to himself. We're all friends here spoken to a nearly empty room.]

Speaking of. How are your other connections? Your friends, I suppose.