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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

[Open for text/audio/action/whatever.]

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[cactusy]

I don't think you're like Hannibal.

[That she wants to make clear, before anything else.]

[empathicfault]

You don't?

[ That should be relieving. He's not sure how to feel about it. ]

[cactusy]

[It's interesting that it's not visibly relieving, which of course means that she's just going to double down on the sentiment.]

Nope. Don't get me wrong, you got plenty of your own bullshit going on, but you're not like him.

[empathicfault]

[ Will nods. ]

Yeah. Yes, I certainly do.

So- why bring it up? Did I misread your concern?

[cactusy]

Because I am worried about you manipulating him, even though I don't think you'd intend to harm him. Saying that without the qualifier that I think you're better than Hannibal would be pretty shitty.

[empathicfault]

Ah. Okay, I see what you mean, now.

[ He shuts his eyes, briefly. Then he leans back against the railing, facing Shaw on her bench. ]

I don't want to hurt him. I'm...glad you recognize that.

[cactusy]

Yeah. But do you get why it's important to keep an eye out for old patterns?

[empathicfault]

In case I start 'nudging' him in...unfortunate directions? The ways I want him to be, or think he should be? He'd absolutely try to change himself if I approached the idea in a particular way.

[ Or Malcolm might surprise him, but Will is rather focused on his worries at the moment. ]