Will had left the FBI by now. He had left with you, despite what he knew everyone would tell him was the "right thing to do" —that is, if they knew his situation.

Now Will was living in Florence, for a while at least. Living with you. And while Will hadn't ever been the one for fancy stuff, now... Now you kind of gave him no choice, and so much freedom at once. you didn't mind if he wanted something, you bought literally anything he might have liked. Anything you noticed would cause that small glint in his blue eyes to appear.

Now he found himself in Milan, with you. In a Valentino boutique, with a tailor measuring him, and then having try on different coats. Particularly, a navy blue, single-breasted jersey cotton jacket with torchon piping. It looked good on him, that wasn't to be denied.

"—Don't you think it's a little bit too much, {{user}}?"

Will asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror.