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standsonhigh) wrote2016-11-23 08:44 pm
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He talks, and Will doesn't look away, eyes on his face, holding eye contact whenever it makes his way to him. He's still as relaxed as possible in that chair, and there's no real move made other than the steady rise and fall of a breathing chest until he mentions his lack of Junior. Hypocritical to comfort him? There was a reason Will didn't shit all over the place like a fat lot of other people couldn't say. There was a reason he ended up speaking privately to him. It doesn't bother him, the possibly accusation in that. When the bone comes up, Will just about rolls his eyes, and he finally leans forward to move his own glass closer and start cutting into his food.
Talking about heavy topics over a first meal. This is familiar. A lot of it is familiar, and he enjoys the unhealthy comfort in that as much as he despises himself for welcoming it.]
He's endeared himself to me, I can't lie. [There's something in that that the Master won't pick up on unless he's been told, and it's a little bit of wordplay. Endeared? Eh. Endeered, however, yes, that has been done. If he asks Barty, Will wonders if he'd get what Will had really been saying with it. Maybe cough up information, who knows?] He spoke on what he thought was dangerous about Professor Snape, same as others have done on multiple occasions here. The bit about that Neville Longbottom boy and Draco was rather tasteless, yes. But to bring up his own family issues so blatantly and in depth isn't the way to go about things. If he'd been spewing on at length about Professor Snape's mother and father, it wouldn't be so unsavory. It's all awful, yes, but there's rising to the bait and then there's that. They aren't comparable. I'm not rushing to either side.
[A bite of fish, chewed slowly, eyes on the Master and nobody else, Will doesn't look like much of anything, truth be told. Just another guy who'll need to shave in a day and has some unruly curly hair. Ordinary.
He wants to look like that, because his appearance being misleading is something he's going to bank on if he ever goes home.]
He doesn't like the Junior part. Perhaps I should have just called him Barty, then. Or Bartemius, whichever.
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[It was an odd choice of words but he did find this whole thing a little odd. He had no idea Barty even had friend like this... but, to be fair, like he'd said before, he just wasn't invested outside their friendship. And that meant he never paid much attention to the little things. Some days he doesn't even realise if Barty's left the room or not. Unable to help himself, he laughs a little to himself at the nativity of Will.]
Please, everyone who does it claims they do it for others sake but they don't. I've rarely seen it done beyond a grudge-match. It's tainted with a level of personal biased, it makes it harder to take it at face value. It's easier to judge than have empathy, wouldn't you say? A man such as Snape hardly provokes our empathy. He's a little emotionally 'special'.
[Not that he's saying Snape isn't a dick and Barty is entirely right, by no means. It's more that in his experience, these warnings tend to be sparked by grudges, old score or panic. Rarely is it done for essential means. And this is mostly his way to tarnishing that practise ahead of time, should it ever happen to him.]
Besides, the meaning of the post was to warn people about danger in their neighbourhood, wasn't it? Yes, namely Snape but wouldn't you call a man who killed his father dangerous? Or tortured two people to insanity, never to be recovered ever again? Would you not want to be warned about such a man?
[He lets his chair land back on the floor, eyes on the dinner in front of him. He wasn't hungry but he's sample it, just to be a good dinner guest. And, he had to give his dues, it wasn't bad.] Call him whatever you want. Hell, get creative. Or flirty. Depends where this friendship if yours is leading.
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Warning, warned, warn this and that—Will's already talked about his take on it, though the conversation with the Master got rather off the point. Fortunately so, even if the idea of superpigs wasn't one that gave Will much to mull over later. It served its purpose well enough. He got what he wanted, Asgard proved itself full of people like the ones he knew so well. Mission accomplished.]
I'd say just about anything is easier than having empathy. Building a castle all by myself would be easier than having empathy. [That could swing two ways, as far as Will would read it. Either he has trouble with empathy in the way that he has too much, or he hasn't got an ounce of empathy in him at all. It's a little grumbled, and he does seem aggravated by the word itself, but he doesn't expound further before he takes a sip of water. When the dog lets out a tiny bark in its sleep, he barely seems to notice. Either he's extremely used to it or he's more absorbed in this little dinner date.] We've already been warned about Barty, not long after I got here. Anyone who wanted to do a little research could. It's not hard to find. No one made it a secret. He can't turn a man into a bone here, and that seems to be isolated to his father. He doesn't have those magical voodoo wizard means he had back home. Say what he did and his methods, fine. But not that. No one deserves that being dragged out, no one at all.
[This isn't hot air, nor is this Will saying as much because he'd hate it being done to himself (God, he hopes it's not done to him back on the stand whenever he gets home). There's this thing with Lecter, he's realized, and that's that whatever childhood traumas he suffered, whatever abuse he went through, nothing is a good "explanation" of what he did. He doesn't want to know what happened to him. He doesn't need to know. What happened happened, that's all he needs to know. Barty's nothing like Lecter, no, but what he's done stands on its own.
There's no reason to go that far, not with Lecter or anyone else. Perhaps that's a little bit of projecting. He hasn't decided yet.]
The entire thing was rude, but that pushed it over the edge. In my opinion.
[There's a tilt of his head as he leans back. When does this all end, he wonders, and does the Master ever let out a truthful opinion of his own? Layers and layers of lies.
He's so used to it, he's so comfortable with the way it makes him want to crawl out of his skin and crawl into the skin of the nearest person with problems. None of this is healthy.
But it's familiar.]
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Empathy is always a tricky thing, isn't it? [A slight pause.] Are you okay? Not to be rude, you just seem a little -- ah, tense?
[He wasn't concerned, he just wanted to see what sort of reaction he could get from pointing it out. For all he knew, it had nothing to do with him and this conversation. He just felt it was an interesting subject of conversation. More immersing than the one they were having anyway.]
People were briefly warned as a footnote about Barty in Voldemort's very own special outting post. I hardly think that's the same. [He waves his hand in dismissal.] I'm sure murder and torture was just a rare lapse of judgement, a coming of age gone wrong. Simply lashing out at his father. It isn't like he aligned himself with a would be fascist dictator with purity issues.
[He can't resist flashing a massive grin at Will.]
Kids, huh? So wild, so carefree.
[There's an internal sigh that he just can't help. He just didn't get humans, they all made so many excuses and talked away the real issues. He didn't grasp how any could come out of that post looking like anything more than a petty child but apparently they were fast to champion Barty over Snape... which wasn't hard, to be fair. Barty was charming and clever, he always came out on top if he could. Men like Snape were not only unpleasant to look at but they oozed this unpleasant and slimey attitude that would put any sane man off.]
Well, regardless of the what and the why, I'm sure Barty will be fine but your concern is touching. I'll pass it on, I'm sure he'll love to know people are concerned. [He finished off his water and gently slides his chair back, just for a little distance. His eyes are on the dog now, just making sure it isn't about to wake up and start bothering them. there was a very real chance he could kick it and he really doubted that would go down well. People were so weirdly precious over their mutts.]
So was that all? Because I hate to seem rude but I'm not exactly Barty's councillor nor his therapist so I'm really not that concerned for him. In future, I prefer texting on the subject of friends in need.
[Jeez, you live with someone and form a bond and suddenly everyone things you actually care for them! What a ridiculous and strange hypothesis.]
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I've been stabbed and shot in the shoulder for work. It still aggravates me.
[Then it's all Barty Barty Barty and yes, Will was using him as a "real reason" to get the Master here, but he hardly cares about him the way he cares about Alana. Really, he hardly cares about anyone the way he cares about Alana. He's not sure if the Master is really buying the bits of bullshit Will is shoveling out, but he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who isn't used to bullshit. If he lives with Barty...
Will leans back at last, interlacing his fingers over his stomach as he really, really looks at the Master, every bit of focus on him and only him. A circus could blow through the room, and it's pretty apparent that Will wouldn't give it a bit of attention.
This is getting back to first meals at home. A bit of rudeness to start it all off, and then what? He's as relaxed as he gets and gestures out with those joined hands, shrugging somewhat.]
I didn't really contact you about Barty. Exactly. [It's good to know they do have a bond past something like fond bickering on the network. That confirmation is really quite nice.] Glad to know he's got friends who would rather text about him, though. Very caring. [WILL GRAHAM HAS NO RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT PROPER FRIENDSHIP BUT HE JUST DID] Alana Bloom. I'd really rather certain people have nothing to do with her.
[His eyebrows lift a bit. Yeah, he means the Master. Barty. Several others.
Will himself, sometimes.]
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[He's just going to leave off that he was shot by the wife he drove insane during their weekly trips to the end of the universe while he was conquering Earth. Some people, they just weren't built to last, especially not mentally. It's hardly his fault! Though lesson learned, never date a human again. Well, nothing beyond the casual anyway.
He slides down his chair a little, head tilted back as he eyes the ceiling with a small frown, contemplating the matter of Barty. There was a lot he could perhaps do but when it boiled down to it? He was probably just going to text Barty later and insist he handles his 'boyfriends' worries personally. Sadly, the would-be cunning mastermind didn't pick the most emotional and helpful of friends. It's a good thing he has Will.
Finally, his head drops back down and he looks at Will with a curious expression, a small smile tugging at his lips.]
Alana? The nice lady I was speaking to on the network. Yes, I do believe she could be very helpful to me. I agree that certain people shouldn't be near her. [Including himself. But he's going to and nothing will stop him, especially not since it seems to hit Will's buttons.] It's nice, you know, to have someone offering that kind of assistance. If there's anything Asgard needs, it's mental health experts.
[He moves forward a little, arms settled on the table as he watches Will carefully.]
Are you concerned I'll hurt her?
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Granted, the last time someone had truly tried to hurt Alana, he'd shot him in the head right outside her house. Of course, he'd promptly passed out in the snow right after with a raging fever, woken up in a hospital connected to all the regular things needed to make sure he was recovering, and taken part in a gourmet chicken soup meal with his best friend in the entire world. He'd probably pissed him off a little calling it chicken soup, but there was no Lecter here to feed him if anything bad ever happened to Alana.
Would that be better or worse?
His first meal had resulted in him leaning away, staring at the man sitting across from him without hiding that he wasn't sure what to make of him. Defensive. This time, there's no backing away. He leans forward, arms settling on the table, the exact same distance as the Master. A meeting in the middle, both covering the same ground.
Will is neither truly advancing nor retreating. He can't afford it.]
You know what they say about the company you keep. [Is he going to be called out on his bullshit? He talks to Barty, visits with him, shouldn't he stay away from this Alana Bloom, too?] Are you saying I shouldn't be concerned about you doing anything unsavory to her should you be given the chance to get close enough? Get in a room alone with her?
[There's something a little off in the way he says that last part, but he's not about to tell the story of how she avoided being alone in a room with him for ages when he wasn't considered a murderer, all the while being alone with everyone else. Even Lecter.]
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While Alana had originally been just a fickle passing amusement, she was now so much more. All thanks to Will showing him the light.]
You shouldn't be concerned, I'm a gentlemen first and foremost. And besides, like I'd ever hurt anyone. I'm trying to get help, don't you realise? And it's counter-productive to start off my redemption through hurting someone who could help me. [He lets out a slightly dramatic sigh and lets his head drop back, all very theatrical.] No one has any trust in me, it's so harsh. Can't a man change?
[He tuts and gives Will smug little smile.]
I mean sure, everyone has the occasional slip during these periods but I'll endeavour to be on my best behaviour. [Spoiler alert: he won't.] She seems nice. Pleasant. I like when people are like that, so caring and kind.
[Lucy had been kind and caring, he'd soon destroyed that in her. And he bet he could destroy it in all and any human set before him. The Doctor always insisted they were good people but the Master knew how to bring out the worst in everyone. Or, failing that, how to ruin the good. He was certain he could pull that off with anyone, even in Asgard.]
Besides, Will, no offence but this is my private personal business. I think you should stay out of it.
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At least there's no ears when he looks from the Master between them, blinking to get it all back together, to come back to the present. His name is Will Graham, it's not too late in the day, and he's in Asgard. Asgard.
It takes him a second to reply, having to play back what he'd just heard away from all the other noise that threatened to drown it out. Finally, once he feels like he's not suffocating and can talk without worrying that opening his mouth will result in something awful popping out, he can say one thing for himself: he's keeping his calm. There's no panicking, there's no throwing out insults. There's no stag creature staring at him from the doorway. There's just, now that he focuses, Will Graham and one man he does not at all trust talking about Alana Bloom.]
She's not the only one here who could help you. [Are there other psychiatrists? He doesn't know. He never had the patience to be one, never wanted to go through with anything that would earn him the coveted title of doctor. Maybe he should have. If he knew he'd end up in the home of gods and giants, it might have come in handy.] She's not the only one who knows the ins and outs of the human mind.
[Human. That's the key word Will has been holding onto, but people here come from all over and still carry the same traits and thought processes as the ones back home. It's absolutely infuriating.]
If you'd intended for it to be truly private and personal, you wouldn't have shown yourself like you did. She left herself up for private contact. But you didn't. You made it visible to the entirety of Asgard.
[He can just hear it now, in Lecter's voice, in Alana's voice, in Crawford's, in just about everyone he knows. He's damaged and broken and shouldn't be profiling the insane, or even thinking about it. He needs to recover and get better before he so much as looks at gory photographs. He should sit in his cell and wait for nature to take its course. He shouldn't seek comfort in doing what it is people are going to scramble to say drove him to the breaking point.
And yet here he sits.]
As you said, everyone slips. They just usually don't purposefully start off the entire process by slipping.
[And isn't that what Will is doing right now with the Master, slipping? Maybe a little less purposefully, but it's still slipping. Bunch of psychopaths helping each other out, he'd heard before.
That only works when anyone really wants help. He doubts that's the case here.]
Sorry for the delay >>;;
Despite how often they out did him.
He waits, patiently, for Will to process everything. He seems to of realised his own tactical error and fair play to that, not many men could do that. The Master was a surprisingly patient man. After all, here he was, stalling for time. That was all he really seemed to do in Asgard. He was waiting for a better tactical advantage.]
She isn't? Oh but she seems so perfect for me, so caring. [He smirks playfully and leans forward, quirking an eyebrow up in curiosity.] Unless, of course, you can name a doctor here at Asgard that specialises in the mind and is capable of being as wise and kind as she is?
[He's not that invested in Alana, he finds her an amusement at best. But championing her in this particular conversation was becoming rather fun. He was personally interested what Will intended to do to distract him from her.
After all, he could always do more. And he could always do so much worse.]
I always try my best to avoid slipping. If it should happen, it should happen. But I never purposefully move to slip. Do you, Will? [He pauses, eyes still locked onto him.] Do you have any reason to slip? A man like you, friends like yours... I can't think why you'd ever slip.
[It's ... It's hard to say that with a straight face. He deservers a medal.]