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[empathicfault]

Will has to think about that. After a long moment of contemplation, he replies, "I don't think I do. I could eventually forgive Alana, I think. But...not Jack." He shakes his head.

He and Hannibal had a conversation, before the Dragon showed up at Hannibal's cliffside manor. Hannibal had brought up the promises he'd made to Alana, and to Bedelia, and implied that Will had a promise he might want to make to Jack.

Will had been fairly certain there was no promise-keeping that was going to happen after that night. But regardless, he had seriously thought about the topic. He finds himself still agreeing with his conclusions, then.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm leans forward with his elbows on his desk.

"Okay, well... it's impossible to know exactly what the Admiral wants you to do to graduate, but you've identified several areas where it would be... beneficial to you to do some work on processing the trauma, regardless. That's probably enough for one day...." They'd waded through some heavy waters. "But at our next session... maybe you can think about where you'd like to start and we can work on that a bit."

[empathicfault]

Will feels a bit like a wrung-out dishrag, which means that yeah, it's probably about time to pack it up. He nods and does a more thorough self-assessment, trying to figure out if there's anything he didn't bring up. It was all mostly at the beginning.

"I'll think about it. And try taking some days off sometimes, see if that helps too. I do feel a little more...settled. And you--"

He's hesitant to bring it up, but reminds himself that Malcolm is very open about things other people would find too personal. "I know this is a more 'professional' set-up with you and me. But if you ever want to talk about anything, come by my place. Even if I'm 'resting'. I know it's hard, handling some of what we've been through. I can at least lend an ear."

[abrightboy]

"I just want to help," Malcolm tells him. "I don't feel like I'm... of too high a station to share with you or something." He studies Will's face for a moment. "I've never met anyone who could see it," he admits.

[empathicfault]

"Yeah," Will replies, a tired smile crossing his features. He won't elaborate, but he knows how lonely an existence their mindset (practiced or otherwise) can cause. There's a reason why so many of the killers he went after asked him to see.

"I want to help too, if I can. That's all," he adds, vaguely wondering if the help he'd provide would twist the wrong way at all. After all, he's fairly sure Hannibal only had the intention to 'help' him, after a certain point. "I don't get the opportunity to be the 'helper' very often. Plus, I'm pretty sure we could have a decent time just being the Weird Murder Guys around on the Barge, no therapy required." He shrugs. "We could creep other people out talking about our cases?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles brightly and leans forward a little, conspiratorially.

"I'd love that," he admits enthusiastically.

[empathicfault]

Will grins in response. "All right. Count on it, then. I'll probably start with the mushroom people," he adds, with a wink. That one was strange but relatively unconnected to his rat's nest of issues. Perfect to start out with.

He finally pushes himself up out of the chair, but hesitates before he heads out for the day. "Thanks, Malcolm. For this." As very recently noted, he hasn't had any actually good psychiatrists actually looking into his issues before.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles back.

"It's my pleasure, Will. Don't forget self-care and call me if you need anything."