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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

Will rubs his chin. "I already know. Hannibal let me lead with the attack on the Dragon. I made him come to us." He smirks.

"That being said...there's plenty more to learn, when I'm not desperate and backed into a corner. I'd like to see if anything changes then." He holds up a hand, briefly. "That's secondary, though. I want you to get what you need from this, first thing."

[abrightboy]

“But we can do it together, right? I mean, we can do both. We’re not in a hurry,” Malcolm says, threading his fingers through those on Will’s held up hand.

[empathicfault]

Will breaks into a sudden, fond chuckle and squeezes Malcolm's hand right back. "Of course. We have time. Or at least we do until Shaw finds out about this...which I think we can avoid for a while?" he muses. "She won't follow us more than a couple yards into the Enclosure."

He'd be a fool to not exploit that weakness...even if he does feel slightly bad about it.

[abrightboy]

“Oh! Also, if she decides to stick around there, we could make out a bit and if she thinks that’s what we’re there for, she’ll probably leave…” Malcolm muses, brushing his thumb back and forth over Will’s wrist bone.

[empathicfault]

The brushing tickles a little and Will laughs, his smile turning into more of a smirk. "Nah, that'd make her suspicious. We're generally too private, even with her around. What we should do-" he says it like he's sure, even if it's just a suggestion. "-is pretend we're just going for a wolf run. We've talked about that plenty of times, and she won't want to stick around long enough to watch us strip."

[abrightboy]

“You’re so smart.” Malcolm’s tone makes it clear that’s very sexy of him.