Unsurprisingly, that whistle earns Kaneki more of the dog's attention than before—he shifts forward just enough that he's not crossing the line, really, it's just the nails on his paws! He shouldn't shake hands with Will, who is Will? He should give that dog a pat on the head, said head definitely crossing the line now, tail wagging faster and tongue licking at the air. Gunther pays Will no attention and Will pays Gunther no attention, either, the relationship a comfortable one where they both exist in the same space, fully aware of each other without having to watch.
That Will finally looks at the dog has nothing to do with needing to see him and more to do with a convenient distraction from eye contact. Might make it difficult to tell if Will's small smile has to do with the idea of this situation being something Kaneki has no need to apologize about or if it's the dog.
(He's smiling about the former. Polite young cannibals, is it?)]
Not too crazy. [Cleaning up the trace remains of Frederick Chilton while Abel Gideon's body slowly deteriorated, whatever had happened with Freddie...unpleasant, but not truly crazy. What a world.] April and I are trying to get the house just where we want it still, mostly. And—excuse you [Hushed to the dog as he has to bodily move around to get behind the counter, where he leans down while pulling out a key, swinging open a safe to retrieve a folder that's got all the markings of something official around it.] —I want us to be on the same page with everything. This is [one hand hits against the folder lightly before Will sets it out on the counter between them gently, treating it as important] everything the government gave me about you. If you want to look it over, at any time, you're more than free to.
[He can even do it right now, Will doesn't mind. Clear communication and open communication are totally great things in any relationship, he's learned from having a startling lack of it. This could be totally great if Will puts forth an honest foot and welcomes honesty in return.
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Unsurprisingly, that whistle earns Kaneki more of the dog's attention than before—he shifts forward just enough that he's not crossing the line, really, it's just the nails on his paws! He shouldn't shake hands with Will, who is Will? He should give that dog a pat on the head, said head definitely crossing the line now, tail wagging faster and tongue licking at the air. Gunther pays Will no attention and Will pays Gunther no attention, either, the relationship a comfortable one where they both exist in the same space, fully aware of each other without having to watch.
That Will finally looks at the dog has nothing to do with needing to see him and more to do with a convenient distraction from eye contact. Might make it difficult to tell if Will's small smile has to do with the idea of this situation being something Kaneki has no need to apologize about or if it's the dog.
(He's smiling about the former. Polite young cannibals, is it?)]
Not too crazy. [Cleaning up the trace remains of Frederick Chilton while Abel Gideon's body slowly deteriorated, whatever had happened with Freddie...unpleasant, but not truly crazy. What a world.] April and I are trying to get the house just where we want it still, mostly. And—excuse you [Hushed to the dog as he has to bodily move around to get behind the counter, where he leans down while pulling out a key, swinging open a safe to retrieve a folder that's got all the markings of something official around it.] —I want us to be on the same page with everything. This is [one hand hits against the folder lightly before Will sets it out on the counter between them gently, treating it as important] everything the government gave me about you. If you want to look it over, at any time, you're more than free to.
[He can even do it right now, Will doesn't mind. Clear communication and open communication are totally great things in any relationship, he's learned from having a startling lack of it. This could be totally great if Will puts forth an honest foot and welcomes honesty in return.
Right?]