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>> 56: "You’re an asshole, but I love you."
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If there was anything Frederick Chilton liked more than his vast wine collection and the endless promise of enjoyable evenings it inspired, that was a good challenge. A chance to prove to himself and to the world that given time and resources, by right he was the one not to be sniffed at. Everything was attainable if you were good enough. Or persistent, for that matter.
He watched the IV needle sink again in Will Graham's hand, delivering Sodium amytal to his systems again.
"You know there are people who call it a Truth serum? Isn't it magical?" he mused and turned his back on the patient, browsing leisurely through the paperwork, the notes that were made during the previous experience. "It is true, however," he went on after a small pause. "Sodium amytal makes people remember and talk truthfully, as well as puts them into what we'd call a state of extreme suggestibility."
He nodded contentedly to whatever he had seen in the notes and then faced Will with a piece of paper, a pen and a grin.
"Say, if I'd want to convince you to tell me... what... I don't know. 'Dr Chilton, you're an asshole, but I love you'... This very thing can help me do that." And then added if confused and feeling it had been a little bit too much. "But, of course, this is highly... unorthodox, Mr Graham."
