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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[howtheyshine]

He offers Will a small smile, more comfortable with him than a lot of people on board, between Malcolm-based exposure and Dogs.

"I read on the floor with King."

At Malcolm's suggestion, he brightens. "Yes. Yes, please. Though. I should change my shirt probably."

He could just erase the blood, golden though it is. Blink it out of existence. But that feels strangely like a dismissal of someone else's pain.