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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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[sizetwelve]

[ Is he better off, though? It isn't her place to say such a thing, least of all now, but no matter what he says, she wonders at the entangled trap of family and what it means once you find it. Perhaps it's safer for Abigail to rest. Perhaps it's...healthier for Will to force himself to move on. But that's all...ideal, and nothing about either of their lives fits that image. John was still in the clutches of grief long after Sherlock's death, and if he hadn't returned, Mary isn't entirely certain John ever would have become whole again. (But then if Sherlock hadn't returned, John never would have known the truth, and what bliss.)

She can't help but think of Sherlock and how worrisome it's been knowing he can lock himself away for hours, perhaps days, in his mind palace, given the reach of his imPort abilities. Will isn't Sherlock, but he shares enough similarities that Mary can see him doing the same thing, with or without special powers to enhance the effects. April had hinted at the depths of his despair, but Mary had already gotten a peek. It's all she had needed, really. How he latches onto things like hair ties, the tremble in his voice, it's enough.

Will Graham don't you dare think you ruined this cupcake fest instead of the crazy liar right here, are you insane. Mary is the one who brought the dead back to life and pulled at the threads of his grief. He ought to stick her head in the oven instead of cleaning up. ]

Do you wish you were...resting, too?

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[Cleaning up and fixing things is what he does. Bits of the house falling apart? He can probably get it back in order. Boat motor making a strange noise? He can have it purring like the most contented cat there ever was with a little effort. The messes made with blood, bone, and human remains take more work and aren't exactly his favorite, but he does well enough when he has what he needs to get them done. When he works with a competent team who'll ignore his "different" nature. So what if he's not elbow deep in greasy engine parts or using tools that definitely came from him knowing what he needed instead of guessing? There are dirty pots and pans and utensils and the like, that is the current physical mess he can focus on and take care of, and damn is he going to.]

No. [Stern, perhaps louder than it needs to be, but he's running water and that can do a number on what one hears. Of course, considering Mary's whole stint with this bluebird thing and how easily she became Freddie, Will is of the opinion she is one of those who picks up on everything, regardless of what else is going on. Short of an air raid siren blaring, a plane flying literally feet over the kitchen as they stand in it, and the other rooms being filled with loudly barking dogs and roaring lions? He's probably good to go, with her. But it helps for him to hear that, too. Vibrant and firm, no, he does not wish he was resting. They would never inhume him next to Abigail. There would be no way that their bones could rest near each other, not without that being written somewhere beforehand. If he goes home to rest, his body might still but his spirit and soul won't be quite the same. Could he have survived? Could both of them? Could all four of them have pulled through? He doubts it, and that knife has probably never so thoroughly washed as it is under the care of Will's hands.]

And I'm not just saying that in case you let it slip to someone else, [like April, Frederick, John] I mean it. This place has its ups and downs and its absolutely baffling people, but I like it here and wouldn't risk losing it.

[Which is why he has some problems with certain types, other than the baffling. Go figure.]