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[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks over at the cases and shrugs awkwardly.

“Neal put a good lock on my door,” he says, pointing to it. Neal, his inmate, the professional burglar? Yes, that one. “I don’t know how good of a lock you can get on glass cases… I guess I could ask Neal.”

[empathicfault]

Will laughs a bit, but seems extremely unsurprised. "Well, he'd know. But you could also ask the Admiral for something that requires a Warden item to open. Just make it that little bit harder for a riot to happen."

He's fairly unconcerned about it, though, and shrugs. "Although I suppose, if a riot were going to happen, that probably would've been during the flood I came in on. I know there were some attacks, but the majority of inmates seemed-" He shakes his head. "-remarkably well-behaved."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles.

“I told Shaw we should give them the benefit of the doubt,” he says. “And also my weapons cases didn’t exist when this was an inmate cabin. Just the bit down there with my bed,” he explains, gesturing towards it.

[empathicfault]

"Ah, right. Of course, I forgot." He'd been just gaining his footing here, after all.

And now he's back to the case. "The justice killer- why had he been following you? He just want to chat?" Hey, sometimes killers look for someone they think could understand them. Will was obviously more familiar with those.

[abrightboy]

"I... kind of set a trap for him. It worked super well. He was watching the first crime scene. Saw me there with the team; saw our dynamic. Once I figured out we were dealing with a justice killer and I knew what the injustice was that he was attempting to right, I... had the team announce the arrest of someone I knew wasn't the killer. I knew that would draw him out. I didn't realize it would draw him into my livingroom, but it all worked out," Malcolm explains.

[empathicfault]

Will tilts his head to the side, a hint of a smile on his face as he realizes. "The killer wanted to set you straight. He certainly wouldn't have wanted an innocent man convicted of his crimes. That'd just be hypocritical," Will says, matter-of-factly.

There's a voice inside of Will that seems to be growing louder. It sounds like Hannibal, because of course it does. But it speaks of potential, of finding the right incentive, of nurturing particular inclinations. Malcolm could be fully realized, but- he'd be different, than any of them. Unique. It could be a quiet but glorious awakening.

Will listens, but not too closely. Malcolm is more important, for the moment.

[abrightboy]

"Exactly. And then when he found out about my father, he decided I had murder in my blood and sentenced me to death. Hence attacking me with my axe," Malcolm tells him, tying it all up with a bow.

[empathicfault]

"Ugh. That's not very fair, now is it?" Will replies, rolling his eyes. "The logic always does fall apart at the end, I've found. If there was any logic there at the beginning." Which, admittedly, sometimes there wasn't. That was often why they needed Will's help back home.

"Well, I'm glad that you didn't get axe murdered in your own home," he says, sounding pleased. That was an interesting story. He punctuates it with a final slurp of his tea. "Do you ever check up on any of the other people you catch? Keep up with where they end up?"

[abrightboy]

"Sometimes. One of my cases in New York... the victim was killed by what I identified as a nascent sadist. I just... I didn't realize at first how nascent. It was a kid. I didn't see him at first. I had a blind spot. He reminded me of me. But I found the backyard graves of all the pet rabbits he suffocated and realized he'd just escalated when he stabbed his dad. I visit him sometimes. He's doing really well in the in-patient program," Malcolm tells him.

[empathicfault]

"Ah," says Will, his face falling a bit. This one's not fun, but it's...well, it's good to know about.

"You've mentioned this kid before," he points out. It had been while Malcolm had been trying to make him feel better about Abigail. "I'm glad he's doing well. I've never known how much those programs do, but I hope it helps him. Do they know what's causing his issues?" Probably not trauma, if he surprised everyone.

[abrightboy]

"He's been diagnosed with conduct disorder and the concern is it's leading to full blown psychopathy. They've been trying a specific regimen of cognitive behavioural therapy and so far he's responding to it." He pauses. "When I was eleven I became obsessed with snakes and my mom let me get some. I didn't know at the time that she was watching me for signs of psychopathy. Seeing if I hurt them."

[empathicfault]

Well, they caught the boy at the right time, if they're going to be able to do anything about it. Will does hope it helps him.

Turning back to Malcolm, Will smiles a bit. "What type of snakes did you get? I'm not super familiar- just had mudsnakes and king snakes around my house sometimes. They generally leave well enough alone." Especially with the dogs.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm lights up. "I had a corn snake, a ball python and two California kingsnakes." He winces slightly. "Eventually one of the kingsnakes escaped their enclosure and the solarium and ate my sister's gerbil," he admits. "And then my mother made me get rid of them." He leans forward, because this part is important. "I made sure to find them good homes."

[empathicfault]

Will smiles. "Of course, you did. Maybe it was harder to tell when you were...less verbal, but of course you cared. I'm glad you found someplace for them to go." He'd guess that snakes were a lot harder to rehome than dogs or cats.

"I went through my fair share of testing when I was a kid, too, but it was more overt. I'm sure you had a good chunk of that too," he notes. "Dad couldn't just stay home and observe me, and we were always moving anyway."

[abrightboy]

“I’m… on the spectrum,” Malcolm confesses. “But we moved in society back then, where one doesn’t acknowledge such things, and then afterwards… well. I had bigger problems.” He shrugs. “What places did you get to live in?”

[empathicfault]

Will rolls his eyes a bit, hearing about 'society'. Of course, it wasn't like people wanted to talk about it in lower class settings, either- everyone had enough problems. And- yeah, after Malcolm's father was caught, there was plenty else to check on.

"It was mostly southern Louisiana, and mostly in a houseboat. We'd pick up and move down-river occasionally, after I'd caused enough of a fuss, or Dad got transferred. I had...outbursts, at school. Took me until high school to start recognizing where my emotions were coming from." It was awful, but there wasn't much for it. Will shrugs. "I'd spend as much time as I could alone, fishing or reading. Fixing the boat, when it needed it."

[abrightboy]

“Did they ever take you to a doctor for it?” Malcolm asks. “Try to find out what was wrong?”

[empathicfault]

"Oh, yeah. Went to whatever our insurance would pay for, which wasn't much. Got diagnosed borderline, shizoaffective, bipolar, and autistic, all different visits. Agoraphobic, too, which was probably my favorite."

He smirks. "They were throwing things at the wall. It was probably a good thing that we couldn't afford the meds when I was that young. And I don't know if it was just convenient or what, but my dad realized I was always just fine on my own. So that's what we did. And during summers, he'd take a couple of weeks off and we'd just head deep into the bayou." It's clear he's remembering that fondly.

[abrightboy]

“That sounds really great.” He remembers enjoying camping with his dad. Until he didn’t. “How did you find out what your condition really is?”

[empathicfault]

It was really great, honestly. One of the few really positive memories Will has of his father. And the question makes him scoff. "Oh, they still don't actually know," Will replies. "Just that it's...more like autism than BPD or sociopathy- or, actually."

That's wrong now, isn't it? He tries to think back. "Didn't read anything Chilton wrote on me, so I don't know what the word is now. Last I heard, it was 'intelligent psychopath' but they wanted that one for Hannibal, so." Will shakes his head and makes an exaggerated display of shrugging. "I've had to just figure it out as much as I can."

[abrightboy]

“Psychopaths display a lack of empathy, not an abundance of it,” Malcolm points out. “Borderline personality disorder can indicate hyperempathy in some patients, but those other disorders you mentioned are often also associated with lower than average levels of empathy,” Malcolm says.

[empathicfault]

"Well, I didn't say they were right. I got the impression that people thought I'd been faking, this whole time. Do you have anything you'd think to diagnose me for?" They had, after all, spent some significant time together by now. "I guess it'd be more of a profile, but I'd take that too."

[abrightboy]

“Faking? Well. You’re definitely not doing that. Hyper-empathy has roots in a lot of mental health issues and I’d suggest anxious attachment made you prone to codependency already, which Hannibal exploited. Generally, hyper-empathy for others tends to make people less sensitive towards their own needs, which I’d also say is the case with you, so the best… therapeutic for you, I would suggest, is continuing to develop self-care routines that put your needs above other people’s demands,” Malcolm tells him. “Which I can help you with, if you want.”

[empathicfault]

Will nods in silent appreciation as Malcolm tags him for the anxious attachment style. It's a little more obvious here, where he can't hide in his house with his dogs, but it's still a good catch. And of course, Hannibal exploited it. The rest...

Will's eyebrows raise, even while he smiles. His eyes look down at the counter between them. "That's- you know, Doctor Lecter never gave me an official diagnosis, not one for any actual treatment. But in the early days, before I knew anything, that's what he recommended." His smile turns into a smirk. "I bet your methods are just a little less extreme. I'd be happy for the help."

[abrightboy]

"A little," Malcolm laughs. "I've already told you about yoga. I also do a few basic exercises first thing in the morning and I use affirmation cards my therapist gave me to focus my reframing through the day. But there are lots of different techniques that we can explore based on your specific needs. Like, you talked about the need to separate from the group and recharge. Maybe we can come up with some meditations or exercises that supplement the benefit from that, so that you can tame overwhelm in the moment, if you can't get away." He pauses. "Unless you find that kind of thing a little too... woo-woo," he adds, wiggling his fingers at Will.