[He can't help laughing at that, brief but joyful instead of bitter. She's actually said something humorous, he isn't covering up repulsion. He's been in much worse company and lists before, he is more than fine with the three of them in the same sentence. It's also pointless to argue about how Chilton wasn't the one who kept in him a cage, necessarily. She knows, and she's rightfully upset with him at the moment. No one wins if he goes that route. No wins if Will corrects that by saying they're more like Twinkies, Hannibal taken into account. Can't escape that poison, and so:]
Not mosquitoes? [Bitey little shits that can transfer said poison, they bring plagues. The flattering comparisons are just nowhere to be found today.] Or bees? They can defend themselves, at least. Cockroaches just...run.
[Abigail called them all nasty, terrible insects. Trash. Crap people. Will is doing what he can to bump up her self-esteem by way of working with her summary. Queen bees, lady mosquitoes sucking people dry, she's still the best one of these three. And she can still bite back, he believes in her.
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Not mosquitoes? [Bitey little shits that can transfer said poison, they bring plagues. The flattering comparisons are just nowhere to be found today.] Or bees? They can defend themselves, at least. Cockroaches just...run.
[Abigail called them all nasty, terrible insects. Trash. Crap people. Will is doing what he can to bump up her self-esteem by way of working with her summary. Queen bees, lady mosquitoes sucking people dry, she's still the best one of these three. And she can still bite back, he believes in her.
Even when she isn't real.]