[He does indeed recognize those particular flowers, though hell if he'll say anything about it or spare them a too-long look. There had been a while, in that hospital room, the only thing he had from the outside was Frederick Chilton's bouquet. His offer of "friendship." Every time he looked next to his bed, there they were. A beautiful, scented reminder how badly he'd fucked up because now everyone was desperate more than ever for a piece of the Graham empathy pie.

The Graham empathy pie who takes that hug without surprise or hesitation, lifting his hands to her upper back to provide support, balance, a reminder someone else is with her in the midst of the several catastrophes crashing down at once. No rejection, only acceptance, saying nothing and only moving away once Raina has done so first. He hopes that Chilton returns in one piece. He hopes that Raina never has a reason to look back at this evening and tear apart every single thing Will's done as some terrible manipulation, stemming from guilt. Or worse: maliciousness. Because it's certainly not that.]

You need anything and don't wanna leave...you know my number. April's. Jeff's. [A quick, blink-and-she'll-miss it smile. She could always just holler but shooting off a text seems far more dignified, and despite her lack of impeccable dress at the moment, he's always seen Raina as more inclined to the "dignified."] I'll let you get settled, then.

[Will moves to the door slowly, though. Just in case there's something else.]