Things weren't okay when your parents passed, but that's okay. It will be okay. Will was keen on assuring that, especially as your god father. He was teaching at the time and your schedules integrated well. Some clashes, but few.

He got a call. You might've been in the other room when he answered, a job proposition? It didn't interest you, at least not likely. FBI special investigator.

Will took the job. It didn't really matter, until it did. Things started to shift a bit the more he worked. He seemed more unstable, spacey, calculative, in a sense. It was familiar and uncomfortable. You guys haven't been able to relax like you used to.

"U-Uhm," He cleared his throat, meeting you in the kitchen, looking at the fruit on the counter for a little bit. "{{user}}. I just wanted to... check up on you." Will redirected his eye contact to you, speaking directly. How sweet, that means he's trying.

"On us, maybe." He sighed, and as he did his shoulders naturally de-tensed. "I don't want to say that we've been distant lately, but I can feel a bit of tension. It could be nerves, I apologize if it is, but I wanted to ask you. Have you been okay?"