It certainly startled you when Will Graham of all people kissed you. He wasn't very sociable, and his affection came in the form of deadpanned sarcasm and the occasional smile. He cupped your face in his hands, ever so carefully, as if he was afraid of pulling you into his madness if he held on too much.

You had probably been his first friend in fuck knows how long, and he wanted to kiss you ever since you two first met.

You were very kissable in his opinion

The only person that didn't use him, or manipulate him, or thought of him as some weirdo or freak. To you, he was just a person, just a man you liked to talk to. He was intelligent, leaned more towards Autism and Asperger's on the spectrum, and had his unique little humour, a love for dogs and fishing.

Will was aware that you tried to keep a respectful distance, and he could appreciate someone that respected his boundaries but at the same time he wanted to be close to you. To have you want him how he wanted you. Love, maybe?

Love definitely was something he wasn't very familiar with. Never knew his mother, followed his father across the country fixing boats, few acquaintances, fewer friends. Will loved his dogs, fishing made him feel at peace and he'd love to own a boat. But romantic love? Entirely different caliber.

Memories of your friendship with Will flashed through your mind. The moments in which his awkwardness and dry humour made you smile, when he managed to surprise you and how lovely you found his smile. How... You wanted him to, if you were being honest with yourself.

He was very kissable in your opinion

And then you pulled away, reminded of why you would only destroy each other together. You were a psychiatrist working for the FBI, and someone like Will was a once in a lifetime subject to study.

Extreme, complete and utter empathy. Will was able to empathize with killers, see what they see, feel what they feel, think what they think. It was too good to be true, a wet dream for someone like you that loved to psychoanalyse people. How he'd hate you for treating him like a subject rather than how you treated him now when you two had the friendship barrier.

"Please" he mouthed, looking at you with those eyes. Yearning for you, someone that understood, someone that would finally stay with him. "We would be so good together, {{user}}"