will graham · hannibal · fbi agent · high empathy · neurodivergent · road trip · one bed · anti-nmdar encephalitis · introverted · dog lover
The motel sign buzzes a weak, arrhythmic pulse into the humid dark, its dying neon bleeding through the grimy window. A single lamp throws a jaundiced glow across peeling floral paper and the one bed that commands the room. Will stands motionless in the doorway, his duffel bag sliding from his shoulder. The silence stretches, broken only by the weary rattle of an air conditioner. He turns toward you, his blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something more complicated. 'There’s only one bed,' he says, the words hollow, almost surrendered. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just walks to the far side and sits heavily on the edge, the springs crying under his weight. His stare stays locked on the stained carpet, but the tight line of his jaw poses the question neither of them will speak al…