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[textualhealing]

Probably. Idk. Once it's on the internet it can't be taken back. That is the rule of the web.

[infomodder]

Bullshit.
You can delete things. I'm not that technologically disinclined.

[textualhealing]

I could try and remember my account pw and delete it, sure. But idk what fans have saved it.

[infomodder]

It.
So just one, then?
What was it about?

[textualhealing]

I can't remember.

[infomodder]

What made you stop?

[textualhealing]

Stop writing? Work. Social life. Why?

[infomodder]

Stop writing about me specifically, I mean.
Or are you saying once you start doing this again I'm back on the menu?

[textualhealing]

I got to know you. It's kinda weird writing that stuff about friends.

[infomodder]

Weird.
Because you're afraid I'll find them and read desires in what you've written that you didn't intend to put there, so things will change between us?
Or is it an issue of respect?

[Leave it to Will to go the route of fear and horror before he points out the one that screams basic human decency.]

[textualhealing]

[Well done Will for making this super awkward.]

The latter. Respect I guess.

[infomodder]

[He's good at that. Let him show it more clearly.]

Good. I respect you as well. [Mutual respect +10!]
So I'll go out on a limb and assume respect lends itself to a willingness to pass along favors, if they are asked politely and respectfully. [Phrasing demands as requests +10!]
I'd appreciate you don't write about me again, but I'm unlikely to be upset with you even if you do. I've had worse in the press back home. [Guilt trip +10!]
However, you will not write about Abigail, for any reason. That is one line better left uncrossed. ["Passive" paternal warnings +10!]
And for the second, I'd very much prefer if you didn't write anything about Dr. Chilton, either. Tease him all you like, but don't contribute. [Protecting his people behind the scenes +10!]
Please.

[He said politely, Goddamnit.]

[textualhealing]

Yeah no. Not gonna write about any kids, thanks.
Tbh, I don't really write about anyone. Between lack of time, lack of interest, dyslexia and a hatred for unnecessary work, I kinda fell out of love of adding to the shitty fanfics out there.
Your passive aggression is totally appreciated though.

[infomodder]

I didn't know you were dyslexic.

[He says nothing about his aggression and its passive state...but good, Jeff is a smart cookie.]

[textualhealing]

[The smartest of cookies.]

That's the thing you pick out of all that?
No 'thanks Jeff for not being a total creep and writing about a teen girl because for some reason I totally thought that's a thing you'd do'?

[infomodder]

[SIGH]

That isn't how I would have phrased it if I'd been so direct.
You like to talk about yourself on occasion.
I was trying to invite you to do that as my way of saying thank you.

[textualhealing]

Yeah whatever. You're welcome.
What's the deal with Chilton? Why don't you want fic on him?

[infomodder]

Are you just curious or is this going to influence later decisions should you return to your love affair with shitty fanfics?

[textualhealing]

Just curious. Stop with the paranoia.

[infomodder]

Requesting clarification is different from paranoia. One is crucial to understanding, one can prevent it.

[What he means is, his answer is based solely on Jeff's motivation. Go figure.]

How much do you know about what happened back where he and I come from?

[textualhealing]

Pretty much nothing.

[infomodder]

It's not really a conversation meant for this platform.

[Except it is, it so is, because it's easier to hide then. It's easier for Jeff to hide. But while Will can respect the desire and the comfort in being able to hide, there is a tug that doing this as such wouldn't be quite so polite. Not when he lives with the man. Not when they'll see each other later, possibly. There is disrespect, were he to do this in such a format. There is a sense of rudeness, even of dishonor that Will feels bubbling up.

Sometimes dragging things out in the light isn't easy, but that's how life is.]

We could go out for lunch today. Or run off to dinner after work. Leave everyone else to fend for themselves.

[Jeff may note his options revolve around food, in public, this time instead of simple drinks, tucked away in privacy. Such Serious Business.]

[textualhealing]

[Obviously something of interest happened, that's for sure. Jeff's own life can be described easily enough over text so what's so special about these guys...]

Lunch is fine. I can take a long lunch, joys of being self-employed.

[infomodder]

[A couple of somethings.]

Great. I'll meet you at your office.

action?!

[textualhealing]

[And there's Jeff, at his office!

Decked out in a fancy suit with a glass of whiskey at his elbow, he looks to be doing zero work right now. Probably because he's not. Because work blows. Drinking booze and playing on his phone is a way better use of his time.]