[The sound of booze being pushed his way draws him like a fish to wriggling bait, and he gives a short nod in place of thanks (just say thank you, Will????????) as he leans forward to serve himself. Jeff may notice he fills that glass up, no pretense about just taking a moderate drink, no. In it to win it.]

He and I worked together. [Sort of...Chilton gave him work, it counts.] One of his patients murdered a nurse. Had to investigate the similarities between that and...a more notorious, sought after serial killer.

[Super casual about murder? Yes, yes he is, carefully twirling a chunk of noodle around his fork. More than is a proper mouthful but that's good, that's the purpose. Give him something to do and ground his mind from wandering to that evening with an elk head in Abel Gideon, Will picking bullets out of the wall and cleaning up any evidence Chilton had been there. Like a good dog.]

Couple months later, I went back. [He stares at that enormous forkload of food, shifting to cross an ankle over his knee.] As a patient. Incarcerated in his hospital. False accusations, but I was there for a while anyway.

[He shoves that fork in his mouth without further ado, eyes moving up to finally look Jeff in the face.]