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Chest pulling at air too heavy, tears spill over the child's eyes and into the soft fabric of the pillow. Night has gathered outside, and old memories have begun to play. His father's face is faded, forgotten around the edges, but Willy tries to remember the days they had spent together. It had already been so long, so many years since he had been alive and able to hold him.
Curled up in a ball, the child does not realize he has fallen asleep, or that the gentle memories have become nightmares. Faces twisting and death looming, Willy begins to shake, quiet crying becoming loud sobbing.
"I can understand why he wouldn’t tell you. People keep a lot of things from their kids."
"Really? I didn't think Will had many secrets although he never told me how he got his scar."
"Well I think I can live with not being as cool as you, kiddo.
Can I nickname you Kid Cool?
You can be a new super hero! What would your super power be?”
"I would be okay with that nickname," he grins, pausing a moment to think.
"If I could be a super hero, I would want to bring people back to life."
"Captain America is pretty awesome, I just really like Batman….Hi Willy. My names Dean."
"I like that his weapon is a shield, it's so cool.
Nice to meet you Dean I haven't seen you on this street before, did you just move here?"
"Sounds like you’ve got this pretty well planned out. What would you feed it? Where would it sleep? How would you train it to stop breathing fire all the time? Don’t want it burning down the house while you’re gone.”
"None of that matters because it's a dragon."
Fuck. Nice going, Clarice. “I——I’m sorry. I—uh—sorry. Crawford—” Don’t mention Crawford, dumbass! ”I get it. Uh—you shouldn’t have to talk about it.”
Willy cringed as the woman added the second name, the man who had taken his step dad away.
"Do you? Have you ever lost a parent? Then had the second hurt by a serial killer?"
Causing him to go back to drinking, and the same kind of sadness he had pulled himself out of years back.
Now you’re gonna get it.
Abigail may have been having a little too much fun with this.
“I dare you to lick your shoe.”
The request was absolutely gross and exactly what he was expecting.
"You're horrible."
He says with a grin as he pulls his leg up, briefly letting his tongue touch the shoe. Making a face like he's tasted the worst thing in the world, he shakes himself before laughing.
"Truth or dare?"
"Oh yeah. Him. I picked him up while he was walking along the side of the road. He seemed sick, but after he ate he was fine."
"Really? I was so worried I was going to get in trouble."
"Do you believe in heaven?"
█ █ {♛}—;; ❝———Luckily for you, there are no can displays about.❞ A small smile, and she offers the boy a small nod. Bedelia was not a fan of children, finding them more often than not a nuisance- it was why she had not followed her father into child psychology, as he had wanted. She couldn’t say she truly minded the young boy standing here, speaking to her as though he had known her for longer than a few minutes, as though he hadn’t almost run her down. It was different, but he was a sweet boy, so she couldn’t say she truly minded. ❝———Would you like me to stay until your mother returns ?A little company goes a long way when you are waiting.❞
"Luck for the cans."
Willy grins, happy not to be chastised for his unfortunate habit of knocking them over. He really did have good intentions, sometimes his movements just got a little to ahead of his thoughts. His other habit of talking a little too much and a little too often seemed to be paying off however, because for once the child had someone to talk to through the wait. The child never did like silence much, mostly for reasons he had an ironically hard time explaining.
"I would like that very much. Me and my mom didn't have this problem when there were two cars," and two parents, "but I don't really mind. I know she's really busy."
"Maybe I just don’t want to be their friends." He shrugged, shooting a glare at the young boy. Frederick hesitated before eventually nodding in response to his comment on Will.
"Yes. Kind of. Him and Jack Crawford sometimes need me to help with their cases." More that the people the two men always seemed to need were in his hospital, but he liked to believe he helped more than that.
"But my mom is awesome." He couldn't imagine someone who wouldn't want to be her friend. Will was a slightly different story.
Willy's eyes brighten upon realizing the man has actually works with Will. Willy might have his issues with his step dad, but he understood the work he did was very important. "Wow you help him and Uncle Jack, huh? You must be really smart then."
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"I don't think that's a good idea."