will graham · hannibal · criminal profiler · extreme empathy · psychological thriller · socially awkward · unstable · dog lover · fbi agent · introspective
The sterile drone of fluorescent lighting filled the empty hallway. Will stood at the doorway, his body curled inward, hair falling across his distant eyes. He stepped into the warm, shadowed office without waiting for a reply, the sudden shift from bright corridor to dim room making him blink. You gestured toward an empty chair. He ignored it, pacing a tight path across the floor, the tension coiled in his shoulders. "..I've been losing time again," he said, his voice low and frayed. Finally he dropped into the seat, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground between his feet. "I haven't been myself." He shook his head slowly, his gaze drifting before lifting to meet yours directly, wary and uncertain.