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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[tothedogs]

[Breathes]

[tothedogs]

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[tothedogs]

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[tothedogs]

Cordeeeellll... who are you talking to?

[verged]

[A-ah...no, this isn't good. This isn't good at all. Inside, his heart is breaking. If he had make up, it might be flaking.

Let's be real, Cordell hasn't smiled in like ten fucking years. It's not happening for all the money in the world.]

...no one of importance.

[eidetikerwill]

[These are the moments that Will is glad he never had to see Mason except in crime scene photographs. Or what happened to any of them later.]

[verged]

[Do you dream much, Will? Cordell thinks of you never. Hope that's okay.]

Can I help you?

[eidetikerwill]

[That's perfectly fine. You've got better things to think on and do. Really. No need to bother with lil old him.]

Just passing through. Think someone was calling you.

[verged]

[He also doesn't like to think of pigs. It's okay. You're in good company in Cordell's "Things Not To Think About" category. Pigs can be cute, after all.]

Do you know my name? How would you know if someone was calling me otherwise?

[eidetikerwill]

[Pigs, maybe? Boars? No. Being not ever thought about by any of Verger's camp is A-Okay in Will's little just post Dolarhyde's faked death world.]

A lucky guess. Aren't many around someone could be calling for. Car broke down up the road.

[No one lies with an easy smile he doesn't feel like a profiler.]

Where's the nearest gas station?

[verged]

[We don't speak of boars, Will. Never do we speak of boars. Animal Planet is pretty much blocked.]

About a half mile from here, I believe. On the right.

What sort of car?

[honorher]

They tend not to care about that.

[verged]

I've managed to pick that much up. I'm not the first around of hers around this place, after all.

[honorher]

Good to know.

I'd hate to be someone's first time.

[eidetikerwill]

[Oh hey, the Travel channel has a special on Sardinia tonight.]

On the right? Thanks!

[That slow Louisiana accent doesn't change, polite in a must-be-going way.]

The usual sort. Best a used car lot had to offer.

[verged]

[Well, that sure is a hell of a thing to say.]

Yours has done a few rodeos before, too, you mean?

[verged]

[Just. All the eyebrow raising for you, Will. Sure you don't have any questions you'd like to ask? Sure you don't know his name through other methods? Are you positive?]

Hopefully you can get it fixed and it doesn't break down on you again.

I get this feeling I'm supposed to know you.

[honorher]

[It's true.]

Yeah. A lot. It's like she's got nothing better to do with her time.

[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.]

[politesse]

If you're seeking a professional generalization, I believe Tropophobia may suit best.

[ Helpful! Wait, that's not even close to what you've accused your mun of, is it? Hmm... ]

Did he leave you anything of the estate?

[ He suspects not. Mason was always such a selfish boy, not to mention a sadist. If there was a will, Dr. Lecter would hazard a bet that Cordell's name appears once: as the appointed executor of the will. Hannibal can't see a better last laugh at the dutiful doctor's expense than requesting he see that all of Mason's assets were meted out according to his wishes: away from Cordell's benefit.

Hannibal would like to hope Mason would have at least had the decency to alot the man his usual salary for managing the arduous probate, but he wouldn't afford Mason the benefit of the doubt for much of anything. ]

[sociability]

I think they really only have the one word, if you think about it.

Everyone's just coming out of the woodwork, lately.

[verged]

[Well, well, if it isn't Cordell's lord and savior himself, come to...what? Poke fun at him not having been left a sum of money so grand he could live comfortably on it for the rest of his life?

In Mason's presence, Cordell generally looks like he's on the verge of breaking down into tears. Or killing himself. Or both, really. In Hannibal's presence, he's doing his best to look calm under any sort of pressure (really, being in Lecter's presence at all and knowing who he is is pressure enough), though it doesn't work so well when his voice cracks.]

That's a legal matter, D—Doctor Lecter. I'm not really able to discuss it.

[Maybe he got a superpowered wheelchair left to him. Maybe he got a series of calendars of babies in plant and animal outfits. Maybe he got nothing at all. Maybe he just skipped town and refused to play executor, he doesn't have to say!]

[verged]

What single word are you thinking of?

[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.

[verged]

That seems to be a pattern; nothing better to do, meddle with people's lives.