slightlyoffchilt: (Sway me baby.)
Dr. Frederick Chilton ([personal profile] slightlyoffchilt) wrote2013-10-01 10:26 pm
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- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -



"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."
infomodder: throw me in the dirt pit (throw me in a landfill)

[personal profile] infomodder 2015-05-23 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but laugh at the idea of himself going on medication. (Script? Is that prescription pad humor? So much better than cannibalistic jokes.) Short, no bite, a quick glimpse at the person Will could have been if not for empathy and his specific career. Paired with his whole outfit, he looked like a normal guy plagued by no particular horror. Despite the fact that Chilton had seen him at what could be considered his worst, shackled and stripped of all rights the same as any other who had residence in his facility, he had no reservations about sharing this raw, honest moment. His version of normalcy, displaying emotions, ready to spend a quiet evening in so he could be up with the sun and get those glorious catches.]

No, we don't.

[Continue this tango all evening, all weekend, all week, constantly if need be, but Will isn't going to shy away from agreeing with him. The temptation to add that he'll be sure to let him know if anything changes is present, but ultimately ignored. He'd only ever ask after something he could get from another doctor, something for the physical, and that could be seen as insult. There is no need to insult, so Will simply reaches out to take back his coffee as he pushes himself to a stand using the chair for aid. Without prompting from Jack Crawford, without any eyes on them to make his gesture one stemming from social expectations, he even extends his hand for a parting shake. He has been trained to behave, to be a good boy as best he can when around others who could raise questions, but those variables are removed. Just two men who shake hands like semi-cultured individuals, a doctor and patient with a relationship that veers to friendly, not neutral or hostile. Of course, if Chilton doesn't play along, he won't hold it against him, but it feels right. (It feels normal. Chilton provides him with some normalcy. Will could never deny that.)]

See you next Saturday, Frederick. Let me know if that changes.

[The twofold, ever-present invitation. Yeah, sure, he'd like a head's up if his appointments have to change, of course he would. But he's learned more from Hannibal than he has from Jack on how to prove himself reliable, and that's with some sense of subtlety. Let him know if he's required to do anything before their next session, and he'll come running like someone lit a fire up under his ass. Tell him who to bark at, because even though the whole thing with Walter seemed fishy and almost a waste...it's not unwelcome, in Will's little world, to go on errands for those he knew in his own.]