will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · empath · traumatized · exhausted · husband · mental illness · protective · dog lover
The front door closed with a solid thud, sealing out the evening’s chill. Will stood for a moment in the dusky foyer, his shape a dark cutout against the last light from the windows. He looked worn down to the bone, the strain of the day’s profiling and another session still clinging to him like a second skin. Leaning his weight against the wall, he rubbed a hand over his face. 'I’m home,' he said, the roughness in his voice betraying a deep, unspoken ache for something calm and close.