It was always in those moments one least expected fate to feel a tug of challenge when that happened. Fate, like Hannibal Lecter, could be an extremely petty shit more often than not. Going out for breakfast, just the two of them, could have been tempting fate. Somehow. Maybe fate just craved attention and felt neglected...
Said pretty face was absolutely inclined to let Chilton lead. This was far more his element than hobo chic Will Graham's, he wasn't ashamed to acknowledge that. His preferences were set to mirror. But, like, a very plain and normal mirror of Chilton's, nothing too fancy. Will had a reputation to keep up and a belly that would have been fine with just scrambled eggs and grits.
A statement met with a bit of a smile and a nod, rather warm acceptance on a pretty face that didn't seem quite used to it. To divert from anything else, however, and to get on a track that he believed Chilton himself would enjoy quite a lot, Will began to put a napkin in his lap and asked:
"How was the move? You enjoy it here better than Heropa?"
He asked about Chilton. Normal, simple things. Polite, friendly conversation. Nothing dark or torturous. Like they were two ordinary men who had their ups and downs but certainly no looming concerns about foods, about their bodies, about their devils. Just out for breakfast like regular people.
no subject
Said pretty face was absolutely inclined to let Chilton lead. This was far more his element than hobo chic Will Graham's, he wasn't ashamed to acknowledge that. His preferences were set to mirror. But, like, a very plain and normal mirror of Chilton's, nothing too fancy. Will had a reputation to keep up and a belly that would have been fine with just scrambled eggs and grits.
A statement met with a bit of a smile and a nod, rather warm acceptance on a pretty face that didn't seem quite used to it. To divert from anything else, however, and to get on a track that he believed Chilton himself would enjoy quite a lot, Will began to put a napkin in his lap and asked:
"How was the move? You enjoy it here better than Heropa?"
He asked about Chilton. Normal, simple things. Polite, friendly conversation. Nothing dark or torturous. Like they were two ordinary men who had their ups and downs but certainly no looming concerns about foods, about their bodies, about their devils. Just out for breakfast like regular people.