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[ It's not something that really ever becomes routine, it doesn't matter how often he wakes up someplace strange and uncharted. The voice on the line sounds about as scattered as he feels. ]

My name is Will Graham, it's- [ He's pulling back his sleeve to look for a watch that's not there. ] I don't have the time. I don't- I don't have the time.

[ Hang on, don't get too lost. ]

It's not clear to me exactly where I am, but- [ a dry laugh ] you probably already knew that. This isn't even my phone. But you probably knew that too.

[ He's missing details. He's missing plenty. His voice trails off for a short while before he can get his bearings enough to speak again, and even then it's almost unconsciously. ] I don't know. I don't know.

[ It's as if the fact that he has no idea sparks him back into the present. His voice grows more composed, if somewhat cracked. ] So if you're hearing this, if anyone is hearing this - [ is anyone hearing this? ] - any singular indication will be key.

[ Another beat. ]

I feel as though I've strayed a long, long way from home.

[ The air goes dead, and then so does the line. ]

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Two-Face didn't pass the bar.

I did.

[ Harvey can help Iris count. ]

He's Abigail's Will.

[ And that explains Harvey's quick response. He's curled up in his room with his dogs, quiet and seething. Another broken father-figure from the world that failed ~~his little girl~~ Abigail completely. ]

[ He is less than pleased. But he posts publically, refusing to hide from Abigail's view... Or Hannibal's. ]

He doesn't belong to me.

[But you can sort of tell, if you know what to look for, that she's all right with it.]

Of course he doesn't. Not quite what we meant.

[ The odd note in his voice says that he knows what she means, as surely as he knows she catches the subtext here as well. ]

We'd like to meet him, in time.

[ Tacitly seeking her okay, knowing this is part of her extended murder family? Maybe. ]

Mm.

[Which means a thousand things. One of them is yes.]

[She'd say play nice, but that would really insult everyone in this situation.]

Both of you?

Yes.

[ There's a brief moment; they are conversing behind eyes she can't see. ]

We can leave the dogs, if they'll scare him.

[ They are not like other barge dogs. Remus and Romulus are extensions of Harvey's will -- Two-Face's rage, at the wrong moment. Maybe he doesn't like dogs. ]

No. I don't think so. I don't think that's necessary.

[It might even help. But--]

Ask him. [He's not like Hannibal. Or he is, but the opposite way.]

[ There's a grumble, rough and harsh. That's Two-Face. ]

We weren't going to jump him in the showers, Abigail.

[ Smoother; Harvey adds: ]

Just talk to him. Say hello. See who he is.

[ How he needs to be handled. Does he need to understand the rules? That he's less than nothing like all the sick fucks that seem to ooze out of her world? But no, no -- she likes this one (she loves Hannibal) and it is different... ]

[ Maybe if Hannibal is one side of her, Will is the other. ]

[ Maybe Will can be ... a friend? ]

[ Ally. ]

[ Not so low as to be a piece of shit we scrape off our shoe! ]

[ Yes. Exactly. ]

What he is.

[She laughs, delighted, at both of them - because she wouldn't put it past Two-Face, if he was angry enough, and because there should be rules, but because she loves them both and they understand. They do. What she meant.]

Exactly.

[No need for cruelty, no need for coarseness. Probably. Yet.]

Maybe start by introducing yourselves.

We'll even be polite about it.

[ Meaning he'll probably meet Harvey first, but Two-Face will not let him be. ]

I'd appreciate it.

Of course. I understand completely.

I 'ad a feeling that's 'ow it worked. But I'm the last girl to discount any of you.

We're just clarifying.

He understands the law as well as I do.

[ Two-Face laughs, gurgling and harsh. ]

I just remind him how many times it failed us.

Don't expect me to take sides between you, loves.

[They're both right and she loves them both.]

Never, Iris.

[ He chuckles roughly, but hten closes his connection. He's just... watching for now. Mostly. ]

[She switches the feed to private, and then back to public again, by way of a precaution against saying anything embarrassing.]

I wished for Victor back. That's why tigers. Didn't realise till after.

we'll be in the CES after lunch if you want to embarrass your two with a superior display of frisbee athletics.

Figured. I'll see. Depends on what's going on.

see you if I see you, then <3 <3

Right. Later.

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