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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[Will is infinitely more familiar with a distanced approach—no laying on hands, no slouching against each other, no close physical contact for too long. But here and now, Jeff just looks so miserable and so lonely in a way that resonates with Will. It's almost like he's sitting next to himself wearing a Jeff Winger skin, which is really saying a lot considering how often Will can come across as utterly despondent. He feels compelled to reach out and provide something, but then that question hits and the moment's passed. Will makes a face as he shifts so he can lean back against the wall, a half-sit half-lay on Jeff's bed that's comfortable and relaxed without being oddly stretched out. It's just what they're dealing with as a place to sit, no big deal.]

Like April? No. [One arm wraps around his stomach instinctively, though in the context of getting settled it doesn't look too strange. Freddie had painted Hannibal and Will as partners in crime (or tried to), they acted as shadows and mirrors of each other. Jack and Will were side-by-side in their own way, too, but that's not what Jeff's talking about. Cop humor about partners will have to wait.] Didn't have the time or inclination. Married to my work, you know?

[And his nakama, Hannibal Lecter. Wait shit no.]