[She notes that frown, though, and pushing off the wall, comes over to bump her hip lightly against Will's chair.]
And as far as the other stuff goes - you can't tell me how important it is not to push Malcolm's limits, but then dismiss other people's concerns about him pushing theirs. I'm-- trying, and I'm gonna try harder. But he needs to work on this, too.
[ Will finally reaches over, grabbing the whiskey and taking a healthy gulp of it. ]
I agree. He has been trying, and he's been hitting a wall. Kind of like you were trying to do with him. That's why I thought I could help between you two. I could catch the bad interpretations before they spiral into something bigger...at least until you both find solid footing.
[ He rubs at his face. ]
And then maybe I can talk to you about what I'm trying to do to help him, and it won't sound so much like I'm....isolating him, or attempting to set up Hannibal 2.0. Or whatever.
[ He looks up at Shaw, openly grateful before vocalizing it. ]
Thank you.
[ Will rubs his chin, thinking of how he wants to put this. ]
Malcolm has managed his conditions related to his trauma, but it's not being actively managed here. Part of that is an arrested emotional development, which I don't think his therapist at home was capable of addressing. Part of it is that he's autistic but hasn't had much help in that area. It's not an 'acceptable' condition for the upper class, probably...and he admittedly had larger issues to work on.
I'm working on getting him to go to therapy here- he respects Kiryu. And I think that brand of fighting it out would work well for him, if he lets himself try it.
You know, I've actually talked to him about that? Trying to get therapy and actual help. He was pretty dismissive of the idea. Is it going better with you?
It's slow, but he's thinking about it. I can't really blame him for being concerned. His therapist at home is a child psychologist and she's the one that got him talking again. He's refused every attempt at her referring him to someone more suited. But when your trust has been betrayed on the level that his father managed....of course you don't trust anyone in an authority position to have your best interest in mind.
Hell, I only folded on the therapy thing because these are not what I consider standard psychiatrists, and they don't force me to undergo standard techniques- techniques that don't work on me at all.
But right now he's not talking his feelings through with anyone other than me...and maybe Neal, I don't know. But I do know I'm not an objective observer, as much as I'd like to be.
That's probably right, that he met Bear first. [ He sounds amused. ] I never did tell you exactly how I got all my dogs, huh? They're all strays, yeah, but...
All the ones I keep are dogs that weren't good for adopting out. Purebreds with the wrong colors, medical problems, too old...they get a home with me. All except Winston.
[ He was found in special circumstances. ]
Anyway. You spend as much time as you want with Jet. He's really bonded with you.
-no, really. He kept getting picked up by families with no idea what to do with an active dog, is my guess. Got three strikes from the shelter, returned for chewing on furniture and supposedly nipping at kids.
[ It's clear from his tone that he doesn't believe that. Jet has never been aggressive towards people...well, people who weren't actively trying to murder Will, anyway. ]
[ He's hardly going to delay, hanging up and arriving with Jet within a couple of minutes. Jet's on a leash- he wouldn't normally be, but it's Will's protocol with meeting new dogs.
When Shaw opens the door for them, she'll get to see the rare sight of Will looking antsy for once. He'd been hoping to meet Bear, but thought it would be a lot longer than this. ]
[Malcolm is still in his bed, though he's taken off his restraints. He's laying on his side, so behind him the camera is picking up the half circle window with golden morning light streaming through it.]
Hey. [He smiles when he sees Will's face.] Looks like they're gone now. The other world people. So. ...That was my family.
[ Says Will, with a smile. He's sleepy, still lying in bed with Winston and Buster and wearing his sleeping attire- a sweaty t-shirt and boxer briefs. Unlike Malcolm's place, Will's is dark like a cave. It's how he tends to keep it, especially in the mornings. He pushes himself up on one elbow to address Malcolm. ]
So it was. I feel lucky I got to meet them before we went back. Hope I...uh. [ He rubs at his face, trying to figure out how to word it. ] Hope I made an okay impression, at least.
[Bear sits in the center of the room, alert in a friendly sort of way - his ears are pricked forward, and his tail sweeps across the floor in a slow wag. But he's a good military dog, and so he waits for a signal - one that Shaw gives him once Will and Jet are in and the door is shut behind them.]
Bear, vrij. You doing okay, Graham?
[Bear trots forward towards the visitors, sniffing curiously at Will's legs and Jet's rear.]
[ Will is glad it was good, even kind of good. He wasn't sure how Malcolm would take Martin showing up, but at least things didn't get too contentious. ]
Yeah, I'll come over. I'll bring both dogs...maybe some pants. See you soon, Malcolm.
[ He gives the screen such a fond look, he might as well have just called Malcolm a long string of endearments. Then he shuts the comm down and tugs himself out of bed.
He arrives at Malcolm's cabin a couple minutes later, knocking lightly before letting himself in. He does, as stated, have the addition of Buster and Winston wandering in, and some sweatpants. He yawns performatively as he spots Malcolm and heads toward the bed. ]
Mornin'. You always look fantastic when you wake up.
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