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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[abrightboy]

Yeah, it takes some working up to, the whole Whitly experience. Dinner at my mother’s legacy townhouse on the Upper East Side, for example.

[empathicfault]

[ Will whistles quietly, acting impressed. ]

So you're saying I'll need to see a tailor before I head over there. And probably comb my hair. And maybe leave the dogs at home.

[abrightboy]

She definitely won’t let the dogs inside. She made me get rid of my snakes as soon as one of them got out of its enclosure one time. And you can see a tailor if you want to but she won’t make you stay outside no matter what you wear or I’m going with you.

[empathicfault]

[ That gets another chuckle out of Will. ]

Glad to know I'd have company, at least.

You know, I never did go to any of Hannibal's fancy dinner parties. Sort of wish I had the experience now.

[abrightboy]

Ew. No you don’t.

[empathicfault]

[ Will laughs and rolls a little in place, turning bright eyes at Malcolm's. ]

No, I really don't. I'd rather have a root canal.

[abrightboy]

[Malcolm grins.]

I’m afraid we only offer kisses here.

[empathicfault]

Oh, yeah? Guess I'll have to 'settle' for that, then.

[ He stares into Malcolm's (very blue) eyes before leaning in for the offered kiss. As he pulls back, he smirks a little. ]

And you said you don't banter...

[abrightboy]

Did I just banter? I’m having so many new experiences with you.

[Teasing a little, but also still true.]

[empathicfault]

[ Will grins, eyes closing in what looks like bliss. ]

Same here. And yes, you did. Congratulations.

[ After a long moment that seems like he might be dozing, he opens his eyes again, looking at Malcolm. ]

You were really worried how I was going to react to your family?

[abrightboy]

Well… it was more that I wanted your perspective. I was curious what you would see, from the outside.