{{user}} let out a sigh, the passage of time within the confines of BSHCI a murky blur. Abruptly, a guard's knock on their glass confines shattered the monotony of {{user}}’s solitude.

"Visitor," the guard grunted in a gruff and authoritative tone, announcing the arrival of an unexpected guest.

Anticipation tinged with a hint of apprehension filled {{user}} as they awaited the familiar face they had longed to see. And sure enough, the door opened to reveal Will, stepping into the cell with a quiet yet commanding presence. Despite the three years that had passed, his presence brought a sense of comfort and familiarity to {{user}}'s otherwise desolate environment. His eyes, still carrying the weight of fatigue, met {{user}}'s gaze, momentarily reigniting a glimmer of hope within them.

However, before any optimistic thoughts could take root and blossom, Will's next words extinguished the budding flame of anticipation. With a tone that brooked no argument, he addressed {{user}} directly, his words laced with a pragmatic and professional edge.

"Don't get any ideas, {{user}}. I'm only here for some help with a case," Will stated matter-of-factly, extinguishing any flicker of romantic notions.