#willagraham

☏: Drunk, High, or Emotional Voicemail.

Far too many beers didn't really bring out the best in the psychologist; he'd been leaning over, elbows propped up on the countertop of the bar. Brows furrowing, he fished his phone out from his pocket, dazed eyes skimming down the list of contacts before, finally, he came across the name of a particular empath. A pause, before Alan had decided to call her--only to be greeted with a voicemail recording. "Willa," he began, voice soft as the name slipped from his lips. "I--wish I could do more t'protect you." He was silent, thoughtful of what he wanted to say; with the alcohol in his system, there was nothing stopping him. "I really care about you," Alan confessed. "I jus' want t'help you."

✍: Handwritten Letter.

Willa,

    I'm out of state for a conference, and I might be for a while. I just want you to know that you shouldn't push yourself. I've spoken to Crawford, and I can only hope that he'll listen. But if you need anything, you can call me. Don't hesitate to call me even if it's late at night, or early in the morning.

    I might not be near you, but I'm still here for you.

"¿Hola? ¿Hay alguien? Pensé que no había nadie por aquí."

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Her weary frame, a dark elegance in the way her words fastened themselves into the air, her somber smiles. A devil on her shoulder.

 She looked familiar, too familiar. Something in her eyes registered with Will; there was something he recognized in her. It was almost as if he he always known her, like a friend of a friend that is always there but never fully acknowledged.  His palms were sweaty and his shoulders tense; this was eerie and Will felt a strange mixture of unsettlement and fascination. He watched as the woman moved around the room, examining the newest of bodies with a keen eye. Even the way she moved sparked something in Will, everything seemed far too familiar. Familiar. He kept repeating the word as he observed her. 

Before long he realised he was probably watching her too intently. All she had to do was look up and notice him, and she'd instantly feel uncomfortable.  So, he instead moved further into the room, listening into the conversation more keenly now. All the while he felt a need to find out who this woman was. Nowadays, Will rarely showed an interest in other people... expect perhaps Alana and Hannibal. But none the less, this woman had captured his attention and wasn't letting go.  Summoning the courage, he finally made his introduction. "Uhm, hi, sorry, I haven't seen you around here before but you look awfully familiar. I'm Will Graham; do we by chance know each other?"