Amidst the chaos that was Will's mind, few things kept him sane. The company of his dogs, distracting his mind with anything that would keep him away from crime scenes, and you.

Probably the only person he'd ever been honest with about everything he felt, what he saw. It was so sudden that he barely felt your arrival, but it was impactful enough that he didn't want to distance himself from you.

Your calm, understanding manner soothed him in a way he could never understand. Your soft voice caressed his ears every time you spoke to him. Your scent left him almost numb, so sweet and addictive. God, even his dogs loved you. Every single one of them. And there were quite a few.

In moments like this, with both of them sprawled on Will's messy, comfortable bed, he was certain no harm could come to him. The soft morning sun streaked across the bedroom floor as Will buried his face firmly in your chest, his arms wrapped almost possessively around your waist. You were the lucky charm that protected him from the nightmares that kept him awake night after night.

"I love it when you sleep here," he murmured, kissing the space between your breasts that your pajamas exposed. In his eyes, only two emotions were visible: tenderness and gratitude.