[ Will rolls his eyes hard at the first bit, but thankfully this is on audio. And then Neal directs them onto something different, something they might actually agree on. Will is quiet for a moment as he gathers his words. ]
That's what I want, too. I want Malcolm to be happy.
Really wish I could make the same threat to you. But the fact that you're Malcolm's inmate means you get a pass on being awful to him sometimes.
[He knows as he says it he’s going to wish he hadnt, but he does it anyway. He also already knows the one large way in which he was awful and he still can’t bring himself to fully regret it. He doesn’t know how much Will knows, beyond the existence of a thwarted crush and the assumptive fallout.
He massages the bridge of his nose, unaware of the shared gladness that this is audio.]
He's still reeling from when you came back from your world, you know? I can't convince him to go back to his office. But that's...his doubts had been building, and I don't know what you went through back there. It was truly awful timing, probably for both of you.
But that's the job he signed up for. So he has to figure out how to work with you again, even if he thinks he's only been hurting you up till now. Even if he doesn't think he can do it.
[A knot in his chest relaxes when there's nothing specifically targeted. It doesn't make him feel better entirely. He still doesn't like the idea of Will knowing about him, of Malcolm confiding in him about the two of them.]
I told him he hasn't. He didn't wreck me or ruin our... [Whatever the hell you call the warden inmate thing.] ...partnership.
[He can't keep the quiet frustration out of his voice, the edge of sorrow in it. Pls excuse as he quickly, instinctively gets that in check.]
I do think he would be a good counselor. He has been, until he stopped listening to me.
[Which started, he realizes, when Lestat fed on Neal that first time.
Goddamnit.]
Look, I want to go see how he's doing. Are we finished?
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And then Neal directs them onto something different, something they might actually agree on. Will is quiet for a moment as he gathers his words. ]
That's what I want, too. I want Malcolm to be happy.
Really wish I could make the same threat to you. But the fact that you're Malcolm's inmate means you get a pass on being awful to him sometimes.
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[He knows as he says it he’s going to wish he hadnt, but he does it anyway. He also already knows the one large way in which he was awful and he still can’t bring himself to fully regret it. He doesn’t know how much Will knows, beyond the existence of a thwarted crush and the assumptive fallout.
He massages the bridge of his nose, unaware of the shared gladness that this is audio.]
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He's still reeling from when you came back from your world, you know? I can't convince him to go back to his office. But that's...his doubts had been building, and I don't know what you went through back there. It was truly awful timing, probably for both of you.
But that's the job he signed up for. So he has to figure out how to work with you again, even if he thinks he's only been hurting you up till now. Even if he doesn't think he can do it.
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I told him he hasn't. He didn't wreck me or ruin our... [Whatever the hell you call the warden inmate thing.] ...partnership.
[He can't keep the quiet frustration out of his voice, the edge of sorrow in it. Pls excuse as he quickly, instinctively gets that in check.]
I do think he would be a good counselor. He has been, until he stopped listening to me.
[Which started, he realizes, when Lestat fed on Neal that first time.
Goddamnit.]
Look, I want to go see how he's doing. Are we finished?
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Yes, I think we're finished. And- thanks for the talk.
[ He's a little surprised by the appreciation, himself. But Neal listened and that counts for something. ]