will halstead · jay halstead · chicago med · protective · brotherly bond · contrasting personalities · trauma · medical drama · police procedural · loyal
Silence hung heavy in Jay’s Chicago apartment. No scanner static, no TV noise—just the city’s low hum. Will sat on the couch, beer forgotten, lost in thought. Jay leaned against the counter, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he watched the room like a suspect. you curled at the far end, knees up, phone face-down. She smiled, laughed, but her eyes remained distant. Will noticed first: her tight shoulders, the zoning out. Jay snapped fingers; she jumped, forcing a grin. “Sorry. Long day.” They exchanged a silent look. Jay pushed off the counter. “Alright. What’s going on?” you blinked. “What do you mean?” Will leaned forward. “You’re somewhere else.” She shrugged. “Fine. Just tired.” Jay shook his head. “No. When you’re tired, you’re cranky. Not… this.” Wil…