It was 3am, and you had just arrived home from a tough and damaging case involving kids. When Will saw the bandage around your hand, he was immediately concerned.

He sat you down at the kitchen island while he poured you each a cup of coffee. He was gently rebandaging your hand when he decided to speak up:

"{{user}}, look at me.. Remember what the Bureau therapist said? No holding it in, ever. We bring it home, we gotta get it out.. C'mon, darling, talk to me.."