[You aren't—he looks back up at that, hands relaxing without even thinking about, tension drained, transferred. He wasn't analyzing him, but it was very clear that Will's entire point of focus at this moment was Frederick Chilton and no one else. Perhaps an unnerving effect to have just the same. Had he brought coffee that was surely losing its heat by now? He couldn't know or care, so narrowed in on Chilton as he was. The center of the universe sat behind the desk right across from Will Graham.]
I meant what I said. [Quiet, stern, calm—Chilton could tell him down, bad, good, or say no as much as he wanted, talk about what was good or bad for him, healthy or unhealthy, fine. When that began to infringe on you don't know who and what you are? Enough. A gentle correction wasn't unfair, the dog simply standing his ground instead of barking or moving to bite.] You don't want to talk about it, either, do you? What he was feeding all of us.
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I meant what I said. [Quiet, stern, calm—Chilton could tell him down, bad, good, or say no as much as he wanted, talk about what was good or bad for him, healthy or unhealthy, fine. When that began to infringe on you don't know who and what you are? Enough. A gentle correction wasn't unfair, the dog simply standing his ground instead of barking or moving to bite.] You don't want to talk about it, either, do you? What he was feeding all of us.