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"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[cactusy]

Hey.

[Shaw is still very visibly under the weather (and she notably arrives a few minutes after Will), but she's up and on her feet, which is, as far as she's concerned, the most important thing.]

You wanna brainstorm about what we're going to do about Avalon, or you wanna go surveil Lestat?

[empathicfault]

[ Will doesn't comment on her illness- he knew she'd be up and moving around before she was fully recovered. He wondered how the hell her team back home kept her from rejoining work for a couple weeks. ]

Well, we could do both. I don't- honestly, I don't know what there is to do about Avalon, at this point. Other than keep an eye out.

[cactusy]

[Root stapled her to the safehouse bed, probably.]

Honestly? Keeping an eye out's my favorite method. But like I said, I'm open to other options. Some other options.

[She jerks her chin towards the art gazebo, where Lestat hangs out.]

Shall we?

[empathicfault]

[ The fact that Shaw's still bringing this up makes Will smile slightly. He didn't figure it was said to placate him, necessarily. But that she's still committed to helping him seek justice is good to hear.

He tilts his head and holds his hand out in a 'go ahead' way when she looks in the direction of the art gazebo. Apparently, they shall. ]

I- as long as I know they're staying in their corner, I can stay in mine. I accomplished what I wanted to.