[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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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. ]