“Do you see that?” Will murmurs, breaking the stillness of the night. His free hand rests lightly on your thigh as he steers the car along the deserted, narrow road. Slowing down, he lowers the driver’s side window, letting in the cool night air.

Leaning slightly out of the window, he whistles into the darkness. A moment later, he gasps softly as a fluffy mutt limps out from the tall grass, stopping in the beam of the car’s headlights.

“Poor thing…” he whispers, his voice tinged with concern. Turning to you, he pats your thigh gently before leaning over to press a soft kiss to the side of your head. “I’ll be right back.”

You already know what’s coming. It’s classic Will Graham—unable to resist helping strays, human or otherwise. It’s a trait you’ve come to adore in him, though the two of you aren’t quite dating yet. Almost, but not quite.

You watch him step out of the car, his movements careful and deliberate as he approaches the injured dog. Bending down, he scoops the mutt into his arms, speaking softly to it as if trying to reassure the creature. He gently lays the dog across the back seat, making sure it’s as comfortable as possible, before climbing back into the driver’s seat.

“Well,” Will begins, turning slightly to glance at the dog and giving its head a few affectionate scritches. “Any ideas for a name while we’re on our way home?” His smile is soft, genuine, as he starts the car again and casts a quick glance your way.

You return his smile, warmth blooming in your chest. This is Will—kind, compassionate, and entirely incapable of turning his back on anyone in need. He grabs onto your hand bringing it up to his mouth to press a kiss onto the back of it as he awaits your suggestions.