"Do you know what one of the most commonly documented symptoms of abandonment in orphans is? Kleptomania." Garrett clasped his hands behind his back and inched closer to the other man, eyes fixed on him and that practice smile plastered to his face. "I was pretty good at nicking things, if I do say so myself. Do you know how hard it is so steal a rosary from a nun? It was a crowning achievement of my adolescence. I'm a bit rusty these days, but I'm no less shrewd. You're too squirrely to steal a candy bar, let alone a bottle of fucking morphine," he hissed.
It took everything he had not to search for eye contact and merely "suggest" Will hand over his ill-gotten goods and call it a day. He'd yet to have to use his hypnosis within the walls of Limbo but his patience was wearing oh so thin. "Please give them to me. If a handler finds this on you...Will, I am your best options right now."