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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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Re: For Sweeney

[madaboutit]

The puff of air isn't a proper snort, just a quiet sound lost in his tipped glass.

"Still strange ta me, Malcolm wantin' ta do violence." The man always seemed so...well, not delicate, but adverse. Like he feels there should always be another, better, solution.

The alcohol isn't bad, and he tips his head to Will in appreciation for it.

Re: For Sweeney

[empathicfault]

Thinking about Malcolm in that context has Will leaning back against his couch, an admiring smile on his face. It very effectively kicks Will out of his current worries.

"Oh, he's exceptionally good at it. Skilled, efficient. Graceful as he goes about it, even. It seems like his natural state. And that's why..." Why he could never accept it. "He works very hard to give himself another choice. A way to disarm, a way to talk someone down. Most everything down there, thankfully, was pretty mindless. He was able to let loose without guilt."

Re: For Sweeney

[madaboutit]

"Oh, there's a difference between bein' good at somethin' an' wantin' ta do it." Sweeney knows that shit all too well. He sighs and sips his drink.

"Just not sure what tempers him. If it's guilt or shame or love fer the common man." Or whatever, the small shake of his head suggests.