- 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

[kingpawn]

[ If Chilton wanted to play that game, Walt matched him grip for grip -- tense and terse. They separated without incident. No power use here. Chilton didn't know the extent of what Walt could do with his hands, even if he did know that something could be done with them. Walt wanted to keep it that way for a while.

But after the reminder of Easter being right around the corner, Walt frowned. ]

That's right. It's a holiday this weekend.

[ Which reminded him of Skyler and reminded him of Junior and god, Holly would look so beautiful in her little easter dress. He shoved his hand in his pocket and swept his gaze around the office one final time. ]

It's a shame. I think I could've gotten used to meeting here. [ He moved toward the door, tapping one of the picture frames idly. ] It's definitely preferable to the bloody cage. More inviting.

[ He looked at Chilton one final time. ]

You'll bring my things with you to the motel, won't you? [ Especially the hat. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm not your secretary.

[But Chilton would nevertheless return the pork pie hat, for sure. He wanted Walt to wear that, if it was an extension of his darker self. The article was therapeutic, and easily justified. The burner phone he could return, as well. It had been otherwise untouched, since the traceable battery was removed down in the depths of his hospital basement. But the gun...]

How many firearms do you have, Walt? I imagine that one hadn't been registered to your name.

[kingpawn]

No need to be like that. It's just a simple request.

[ Walt said lightly. He was actually in a relatively good mood. This had gone well. ]

I just had the one. And it was a gift. I would really rather it's returned to me. I don't take and play with your things.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Are you referring to me having needed to subdue you, or are you insinuating something else?

[Chilton wasn't above suggestion, obviously, but nor was he above the suggestive. That commentary came accompanied with a wink.]

I'll return it to you, don't you worry. It'll be in the same condition as it was, since I've last played with it.

[Minus the ammunition. Chilton wasn't about to give a loaded gun back to his patient Walter White.]

[kingpawn]

[ What the hell was Chilton implying here? Walt gave him a disgusted look and shook his head. That didn't even deserve a response. ]

It better be.

[ He remained rooted where he was, taking Chilton in and observing him -- every irritating expression he made. ]

I can trust you to keep all of this between us, can't I? I might not be your patient in the official sense of the word, but there is an unspoken agreement that, that money buys.

[ He gestured toward the stack of cash on Chilton's desk. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are most certainly my patient, Walt. I never mind a little unorthodoxy in my psychiatry.

[As if that wasn't a chilling enough concept. Chilton glanced at the money as Walt referenced it, almost blasé at the sight of that impressive stack.]

I'll make myself clear now: it isn't the money that's keeping our plan confidential.

[It was the fact that he could analyze Walt to his own specific whimsy.]

[kingpawn]

[ With a roll of his eyes, Walt gave Chilton his best deadpan: ]

Of course it isn't.

[ His eyebrows raised. ]

But I think you're going to find I'm not nearly as interesting as you hope.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You might need to work on your power of suggestion. I find myself hardly persuaded.

[Of course, Walt had only exhibited potential -- and so few do, especially in the mutable sense. It wasn't so much as what Walt was now as it was what he could become.]

Do enjoy the weekend holiday.