Connors...has absolutely no idea how to respond to that. Because to be honest, it's slightly creepy. He's going to get a taste of Chilton's biological sedative. But, then again, if it works, it works. He's friends with someone who swings around on webs, he really can't judge. And besides, he could only imagine how useful it would be. His problem aside, he could only imagine the sort of troubled imPort patients Chilton had to deal with. If someone's powers went haywire or someone turned violent, it would be useful.
Nowhere did Connors realize that he was essentially trying to justify the fact that Chilton's powers were really fucking creepy.
As he saw the prod, however, Connors visibly paled. It would work, of course. But that doesn't mean that it was reassuring and that doesn't mean he had to like it. He knew he was supposed to be a little bit worried that his psychiatrist had an electric prod just hanging around in the basement, but there was no backing out now.
It's a good thing Martha and Billy aren't here, Connors reflected to himself--because he had no idea how the hell he could explain this to them. "It'll suffice. Just get it over with, Doctor."
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Nowhere did Connors realize that he was essentially trying to justify the fact that Chilton's powers were really fucking creepy.
As he saw the prod, however, Connors visibly paled. It would work, of course. But that doesn't mean that it was reassuring and that doesn't mean he had to like it. He knew he was supposed to be a little bit worried that his psychiatrist had an electric prod just hanging around in the basement, but there was no backing out now.
It's a good thing Martha and Billy aren't here, Connors reflected to himself--because he had no idea how the hell he could explain this to them. "It'll suffice. Just get it over with, Doctor."