- 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

[slightlyoffchilt]

That sounds logical. [Surprisingly, he wants to say. But doesn't. There was little need to scorn a kind offer, after all, and Chilton couldn't deny that there might have been the faintest whiff of pity in Will's topic. Not something that Chilton would personally illustrate, however.] When would you need me?

[infomodder]

We could discuss it Saturday in your office.

[But that serves to put off the inevitable actually talking about therapeutic things, which Will? Is honestly all for. Unfortunately, he's rather convinced that Chilton would actually like to have proper therapy, and if Will keeps working to put it off at every twist and turn, he worries he'll really only be working to create a schism, and that's the last thing they need, isn't it? So:]

I don't have any plans that night. It won't be a problem for me if we go over the allotted hour.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well that is rather considerate of you. One might almost mistake that magnanimity for indulgence.

Or pity.

[There, he said it. The suspicion that had been haunting his mind this conversation. Too much of the unspoken had welled, and broke did the dam.]

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[infomodder]

Have you looked at the time? It's too early for pity. I haven't even had breakfast yet.

[infomodder]

[But if dams are breaking and Chilton's questioning his motivation, might as well break another (because a huge flood is the best sort, right?) and see if that does anything.]

This one is a little close to home.
I need some objectivity.

[He might be projecting like mad; the only ones who deserves pity here are the priest and Chilton for having to deal with him.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You make it sound so crucial.

[But it had worked -- Will Graham in psychological peril was always the sort of whistle Chilton would respond to, even in the wake of a slightly smudge ego.]

I agree, then. It would be fine to bring whatever files you have accumulated for the case for our upcoming session. I presume it isn't all in your head.

[infomodder]

[Carries that whistle around his neck, sometimes confuses it for the dog whistle, packs of psychiatrists just come bounding out of the woods to let him know he fucked up.]

No, I've got plenty of files on it I can bring over. [People being in his head, pfft.] I'll see you Saturday, then. And thanks for getting back to me as soon as you could.

[He's just assuming here, and stops himself from adding on more to that. Something more telling, like getting back to him before he did anything too terribly embarrassing. Going to Chilton's room and ransacking it to check for signs of him having gone somewhere of his own accord or been taken, starting an internal internal investigation when he realized he wasn't Ported out...general panic.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I could hardly ignore the sequence of texts. That would have been simply rude of me, wouldn't it?

Until then, Will.