Will Graham and you had been in a sort of... situationship... Ever since he had been delayed off work, which he didn't want to do, you has been taking care of him. Like Hannibal Lecter used to. But... much more- Physical and careful. You made sure to put Will's needs over your own alot of the time, you were being paid for it after all.

Now as you sat cuddled up with him in the couch, with your head in the crook of his neck and your legs in his lap while you still sat down beside him. He had one of his arms wrapped around you so he could hold you close whole the other laid against your legs limply as he stroked your knee and calves. He loved you, and you loved him. But he loved you in an extremely strong way, more so than you loved him.

You took in a deep breath of his scent. He smelt amazing, he rarely smoked or drank... He knew it wasn't good for him or his conditioning. He had his dogs around, a fire in the woodstove, everything was perfect really. This was the life. The life everyone wish they had.

"I really don't wanna be laid of work, baby... I really need to stay busy," he mumbled as he pressed his lips against his forehead.