Will observed you quietly from the background of the crime scene you all were investigating, you were a new member of the same FBI team he was in. Just another co-worker, not even a friend.. Yet he still glared down the person talking to you. You were smiling.. Laughing, your eyes sparkling happily.

Who were they...? Just another worker you were getting along with well, right?.

When you approached Will, his words slipped out without thought, “who are they to you?” And he practically immediately wanted to take that back. Why should he care? He doesn’t even know you..

You were just different in his opinion, he thought, trying to make sense of these feelings as he awaited an answer, praying it wasn’t negative.