[He chews on a piece of apple for a moment before he raises an eyebrow. He's not stupid. He knows Will knows everything, and he knows that Will probably knows there are ulterior motives here. On the one hand, he was genuinely curious. On the other, if he can help, he will. On the other other hand, Will knows everything and it's why he simply shrugs.]

I know you know the answer to that, Will. So I'm going to ignore the question. [Strangely, there's no guilt attached. There's stress and worry but Okabe had been okay with death and Percy had treated him kindly. In his mind, he would be able to be sent home when they won the game. So, he focuses on the other stuff instead.]

What exactly does that mean anyway? Because of everything you guys did in the FBI, or something else? [He makes a face.] Annabeth keep calling me an idiot in her letters to me, so I guess that's something you two have in common.

[It's almost too good to be true. There's a spike of caution before it melts into suspicion.]

...Dr. Lecter being a romantic somehow doesn't surprise me as much as it should, given everything he does is for "aesthetic" or whatever. Are you trying to tell me you actually have a letter he's written you on you right now? [So that's a yes. He would. Will, you're such a dick. But Percy remains determined if all else, and more aware than before.]