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Will breaks into a chuckle. "Yeah... there's a reason Jack had to clear out the CSIs when I got on the scene. It's basically a voluntary hallucination. Apparently I go stock still and jerk around."

He pauses, but there aren't any reassurances he has to make. Malcolm knows more about him than anyone. "So my way is a little more visceral, I suppose. The Enclosure might help make up for...some of that. Have there been times when your own interests or plans got in the way? Threw you off the trail?"

"...There was one time I didn't see the killer at first - didn't even consider him - even though he was right in front of my face, because he reminded me of myself as a child. A nascent sadist. He'd been diagnosed with conduct disorder and he had a Jocasta mother. He stabbed his father over a hundred times. Is that the sort of thing you mean?"

"...yeah, that sort of thing," Will replies quietly. "I...had that with Abigail, too. She...she stabbed a man. The brother of Cassie Boyle, the first murder victim of the copycat. I think it was...at least partially, an accident. Something Hannibal set up to make her desperate and dependent on him."

Will rubs his face. "I didn't see her there, I didn't know it was her until I saw Nick Boyle's body. And I couldn't refute her involvement anymore."

He sighs, reminding himself that Malcolm saved his target. "Okay, so I'm confident our methodologies are similar enough to be analogous. So the things I wish I'd tried before Hannibal dragged all that darkness out of me...maybe we'll try some of those."

"Like what?" Malcolm asks curiously. "What did you want to try?"

"I'll start by giving you scenarios, and you'll have the task of planning out a killing of some sort. We'll run the gamut from extreme self-defense to various forms of active hunting. I'll ask you to give me a status update both before and after we run through the scenario, let me know your feelings." Far more easily done with Malcolm than most people, thankfully.

"We'll stop any time you need a break, and return to it when you feel ready. In that way, we can experiment and...define your darkness, not just assume it's the same as your father's."

“So… if we define the edges and shape of my darkness… I’ll always know exactly where it is,” Malcolm surmises. He watches Will’s face as he adds “Do you think it’s possible to let it out and control it completely?” Was Will in complete control when he split Avalon’s head like a melon? Shaw thinks he lost control, but maybe he’s just letting her think that.

Will smiles a bit at that. "I know it's possible. That's what Hannibal...usually does. That's how it went with me and the Great Red Dragon." Not that he'd been convinced at the time, or he might not have dropped himself off a cliff. But having had more time to sit with the reality of his kill- or their kill, really, but his design- he knows it was under control. The situation wasn't, but his darkness was.

"It's more control, not less," he confesses, a hint of excitement in his tone. "It's you, being in charge of an entire situation, for once. Able to mete out whatever justice you deem right...that really appeals to me."

"Are... you going to be disappointed in me if we do all this work and.... and that justice isn't death?" Malcolm asks. He doesn't know yet what crossing the line looks like for him, but he doesn't want to lose Will if it's not what he expects.

Will blinks in confusion for a moment, then shakes his head. "No. No, that's not the point of this. I want you to figure out what you want. As you said...define the edges and shape of your darkness. Figure out what parts are you. And you can decide how much you want to indulge, from there. What I want doesn't enter into this particular exploration."

It’s true. Malcolm watches him say it and it’s true. He kisses Will tenderly and threads his fingertips through the hair above his ear.

“I think… I think you’re the only one who can make that feel… safe.”

Will kisses him back, smiling against Malcolm's lips. They were actually going to do this. And maybe it's insane to try and explore murder 'safely,' with options given to back out if desired. But it's not more insane than pretending for one's entire life. It's not more insane than manipulating someone over years into various forms of murder. This really feels like this will work for them.

Malcolm says that and Will grins so wide his eyes briefly shut. "I'm so glad. I want to be safe for you, whatever form that takes."

"Do you think it will help you, too? With... knowing what's yours and what's his? Is it possible to still figure out what you want or... do you already know?" Malcolm asks curiously.

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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."

“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.

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.

“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.

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."

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

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