- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[infomodder]

[The first part tears, just a bit. Brave...

And once he reads the rest, he wishes that was the only thing that tore.

Moving right along, for the sake of both their guts. Maybe Chilton will allow it.]

I've taken care of the cat, so no need to worry about bad smells from Abigail's room. Can you give it some time? A week or two? If we can't find her, I'll stop by before it goes to someone else or you turn into a lounge.

[Stop by to like, box up her belongings and collect all her hairs out of her brushes or something just as sad and strange and ripe for analyzing. Chilton could even watch. Fun for everybody.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I only did that for Hans because he was worth the disdain. [Well that was an outright confession, wasn't it? Maybe Will just brought out a certain honesty in others. In addition to the fact that Chilton enjoyed a little gloating, too.]

But yes, I won't interfere with her belongings and space. Just in case.

[He hesitates, before finishing with:]

Let me know if I can help. With anything.

[infomodder]

[Hey, any confession that veers towards something good about Abigail Hobbs (her housemate/his former psychiatrist doesn't find her worth disdain, score!) is not the worst thing to come out with in Will Graham's direction. It's not what strikes him the most about Chilton's message, either. That's all the last two sentences, and he stares. And stares. And he has to have claws digging into his shoulder a little uncomfortably before he realizes he's been doing nothing but staring at the message and still managed to wind up back where he belongs, needs to pull his head out of space to open the door, get it together, Graham.

Oh.]

Thank you. Leaving her space as it is, currently, is more than enough. I appreciate it. [It's not intended as a dismissal; Will's just realized in the midst of his blind drive to find Abigail, he's completely neglected any of the basic courtesies of conversation. No "how are you doing?"s to be seen, no "thank you" without Will wanting something behind it, and while he's fully aware of how the Baltimore crew can function without them...Chilton had been the one to come to him, covered in blood, with corpses on his property, and still had the decency to say please. What an ingrate.] But I hope you know that door swings both ways, regardless of what's going on or has been said.

[Mister Different-est Perspective Black Hole Of Mirth is still tracking, after all.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Truly appreciated.

[Was this weird? Exchanging what amounted to be vows of mutual support between himself and Will Graham? Was that unnatural? The context of those internal questions weighed harshly; after all, they had both been transported into a different universe, how could anything be considered weird, comparatively?

But nevertheless, there was a suspicion of camaraderie between them, right now. Chilton couldn't help but return to that, he couldn't help but consider and reconsider the variables that resulted in how Will Graham was more like a friend now, than ever before.]