mason you are tearing me apart

[verged]

[Look, man, I made the account. I didn't realize a Mason was going to friend you. This is legitimately not my fault. Don't go blubbering now. Is that too much to ask?]

I believe psychologists would have a great many things to say about someone who takes such delight in the torment of people, fictional or otherwise.

This is hardly a good idea.

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[eidetikerwill]

[Will tries not to think about anything to do with Hannibal Lecter until he has to. Who knows what might filter back to the good doctor in his cell from what sources? That grin loses a little of its false cheer.]

I hope so. Got a car so I didn't have to walk.

Are you? Don't think you do.

[Purposely not thinking on Lecter's two other surviving victims here. Not on who was with them, might have shown up in court or statements taken from. Not when Will is the only one 'normal' out of them.]

Can't say I remember seeing you before. [But he does. There's little Will forgets and now he wants more to be gone.]

[verged]

[Will, please. Everyone knows you get a car so you can go out on hot dates without your parents driving you, not so you don't have to walk.]

No, I don't suppose private physicians are generally a memorable sort.