Will didn't intend to be around when that happened. From the looks of it, Crane would play his part, and Will would play his. It would be a wholly dull affair so Crane could be let loose as soon as possible. The best way for things to go, really; Will wouldn't want to be under more eyes than usual for longer than necessary, either. Chilton wasn't wrong. Crane was Will's type in plenty of ways.

He figured Chilton would come to the same conclusion. Right now they weren't just talking about Crane. Right now, sneering and clawed he might have been, that concern leaked through. Like ice water soaking fabric and heading right into his veins, he could absolutely feel it, threatening to stop his heart, harden the thing further. This was genuine, too, and he'd asked for it without being the least bit prepared.

"You worry too much," he said, quietly, less stern than before. Touched, one might think. "He'll want to get this over with no muss no fuss. I'll facilitate that. He won't have a reason to gnash his teeth and I won't have a reason to gnash right back."

Emergency procedure: act as a mirror, except a bit furrier. Chilton could wait for another breakfast to get that update. Possibly.

"But. You should know. Just in case..." In case something happened. In case Crane decided he wanted more surveillance for longer. In case he decided to see how Will changed when push came to shove. "You should know."