Will doesn't mind tentacle-kun's presence. It still feels like something of an honor, however humbling and mortifying it may be. He's in the same area as something that generally ends a human life so that it may take power from said life and unless this goes horribly awry, Will knows he'll walk out of here none the worse for the wear. How is that not an honor, twisted though it may be? Will is no stranger to being allowed to walk freely away from something (and someone) who would ordinarily not let such a thing happen to anyone else...in a way, it's familiar. Comforting, despite the fact that having an external internal organ dedicated to murder is really really weird.
Will returns that too-wide smile with one of his own, one with closed lips. Like hell is he going to go around baring his teeth to Ken in any manner. A toothless grin as he reaches out to pour the rest of the coffee in Ken's mug, since it seems proper while Will's already doing so for himself. This entire conversation, this whole meeting could be deemed insane. Will's reaction is to keep it going instead of stanching anything, and since ghouls can't have alcohol, shit, might as well use coffee as the social lubricant granted by the cannibal gods.
"If the reality you live in is already insane, going insane in response is arguably the only appropriate and sane course of action." He tilts his head, that smile fond just before it disappears altogether. Had that been what he and Annie discussed on their journey stargazing? Laying beneath a vast night sky and talking about what being insane was like, whether or not either of them were actually insane? Oddly endearing, Will thinks. Which is probably a bit insane, too, but oh well. "This place is insane in its own way, too, don't you think? Perhaps making the best of it instead of having a complete and utter meltdown is the most insane response, but it's...probably much nicer than the alternative."
Trucking along under the delusion that everything might be absolutely crazy but it'll all work could be far more insane than just giving into the madness and turning into a barely functioning wreck, but at least one of those comes with some sense of freedom.
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Will returns that too-wide smile with one of his own, one with closed lips. Like hell is he going to go around baring his teeth to Ken in any manner. A toothless grin as he reaches out to pour the rest of the coffee in Ken's mug, since it seems proper while Will's already doing so for himself. This entire conversation, this whole meeting could be deemed insane. Will's reaction is to keep it going instead of stanching anything, and since ghouls can't have alcohol, shit, might as well use coffee as the social lubricant granted by the cannibal gods.
"If the reality you live in is already insane, going insane in response is arguably the only appropriate and sane course of action." He tilts his head, that smile fond just before it disappears altogether. Had that been what he and Annie discussed on their journey stargazing? Laying beneath a vast night sky and talking about what being insane was like, whether or not either of them were actually insane? Oddly endearing, Will thinks. Which is probably a bit insane, too, but oh well. "This place is insane in its own way, too, don't you think? Perhaps making the best of it instead of having a complete and utter meltdown is the most insane response, but it's...probably much nicer than the alternative."
Trucking along under the delusion that everything might be absolutely crazy but it'll all work could be far more insane than just giving into the madness and turning into a barely functioning wreck, but at least one of those comes with some sense of freedom.
Even if that freedom is a damn lie.