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Summary: You are Will Graham's friend, having met through one of his coworkers. Once he gets out of the hospital, he comes to visit, easing your worried mind. It had been months and you were furious.
Content Warning: Explicit language, angst, fluff, mentions of gore, and brief mention of needles.
Word Count: 1.9k
Songs For Inspo:
i always kinda knew you'd be the death of me - Artemas
The Blackest Day - Lana Del Rey
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
"You asshole! What the fuck?!"
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You didn't expect a knock at your door that night. It was around 10 o'clock and the sky was pitch black, only accompanied by faint dark blue streaks, just like watercolor. The moon was full, illuminating the streets better than any of the streetlamps could do. It was a peaceful night in your small little suburban neighborhood.
And then you heard it.
Three heavy knocks, ringing with authority, coming from your front door. It startled you, the noise, but also with how late it was. You hadn't invited anyone over, it was far too late for Jehovah's witnesses or door to door salesmen, so who was it? God, you wish you never asked, for the answer was conflicting on your heart. When you cracked open the door, cautious about who was behind it, you nearly slammed it shut when you saw him.
William Graham. Former FBI Agent William Graham.
It was so conflicting. Half of you wanted to spit on his shoes, yell curses at him, and slam the door in his face. The other half of you wanted to pull him in, embrace him in a hug, and never let go. In a way, you did both, for the first thing you said to him was...
"You asshole! What the fuck?!"
He winced, looking like a child getting scolded for sneaking a cookie before dinner. For such a tall man, he looked small before you. It was clear that he was hesitant to speak, as it took him a moment to gather his words.
"It's good to see you too, y/n." He chuckled half-heartedly.
Witty Will. Some things never change.
You scoffed, opening the door for him to walk in, though you still wanted to slam it in his face. With a quick turn on your heels, you marched away into the kitchen, not bothering to see if he was following you. You were too angry. The blood in your veins was practically boiling with fury. But some part of you felt relief as well. Relieved to know your friend wasn't dead.
He was silent as he closed the door, removing his shoes, and trailing behind you. Like a sad dog with his tail tucked between his legs, he moped. It wasn't like he was trying to get pity, no, he was just upset that you were so angry with him. Though, you had every right to be. He knew that.
Standing up, he looked down at you as you sat in a chair at the kitchen table. He always wondered why you lived in the suburbs. You didn't have any children, nor a romantic partner, just a dog that was currently dozing off on the couch. While he was in the hospital, especially when he was having trouble sleeping, he'd imagine he was in the house with you. Will would picture himself living with you, going out to dinner with you, and just enjoying sweet domestic moments with you. Maybe it was inappropriate, after all, you two were just friends. But for years, he had always wanted his relationship with you to be more than that.
"I'm..."
He trailed off, looking down to the ground as he sighed. Just before coming inside, he had rehearsed what he was going to say over and over again. But now that he was actually here, standing in front of you, the words escaped him. And even if he did find the right words...would it help at all?
"...y/n, I'm so sorry." He murmured, looking up to hold back his tears.
Will was an open book. He wasn't ashamed to show his emotions, he was comfortable with his masculinity. Crying wasn't weak to him, nor was talking about his feelings. It was a sign of strength in his eyes. He cried often. Will had shed so many tears in the hospital that he was convinced it could fill up a pool.
You ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes for a brief moment as you shook your head. The urge to forgive him was already tugging at your heart, but you were still angry. You couldn't forgive him yet. It wasn't right. What he did to you wasn't right.
"Will, you wouldn't let me visit you. You told me to leave you alone. You haven't made any form of contact with me ever since you went to the hospital! That was months ago! Sorry isn't going to cut it!" You spat, letting all your pent up feelings out.
It felt like a knife was plummeted into his heart. Each word you said felt like a hand twisting the weapon. It reminded him of the reason he ended up in the hospital in the first place. A shiver ran down his spine, the shudder of his body visible to you.
"I know, I...I didn't handle it in the best way. But I had a reason, y/n, please just let me explain..."
God, he sounded so sad. It was painful to witness. The regret was evident in his tone of voice, as well as the disappointment in his face. He was frustrated with himself. There wasn't a night that went by where he didn't scold himself for being so stupid. His intentions were good, but man did he fuck it up.
You just shrugged, but nodded your head eventually. It was late and you were exhausted. His arrival was unexpected, catching you completely off guard. He couldn't blame you if you were a little frazzled.
Sighing in relief, he walked over to the table, sitting down in the chair closest to yours. He hung his head low, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. Dragging them down, he folded them together, resting his chin on them as he looked up at you.
"I just...a part of me worried that you would be in danger."
You quirked an eyebrow and he immediately elaborated.
"I know, it's stupid, because Lecter's locked away. But, still, I was paranoid. Maybe it was all the drugs they had me on, I don't know. And a small part of me just...well, just didn't want you to see me like that..." He faded, a bit embarrassed at that last bit.
The quirked eyebrow fell, both of them now furrowing. Confusion was written all over your face. Why did he not want you to see him in the hospital? It made no sense. Will Graham was far from prideful, so it certainly had nothing to do with that. It stumped you.
"I don't understand?"
How could you? It was an odd situation after all. There was no judgement casted on you for your lack of understanding.
"Y/n, I was ashamed." His words were straight to the point.
Your anger had now subsided. Sure, you were still hurt that he hadn't contacted you in months, but at least now you were getting answers. The answers were just a tad more depressing than you thought they would be.
"Ashamed? Of what? That's not like you..."
He nodded.
"I know, but I really fucked up. I should have seen the signs. He was right under my nose the entire time. I was just too blind to notice it."
It felt like your heart sank down into your stomach. Will was never a negative man. That's one of the things you lov-...liked about him. He tried to keep an optimistic view on things, or at least a realistic view. Never pessimistic in his life. Will was the type of person to say "well at least some birds will have a nice treat" if his ice cream fell off his cone and onto the pavement. He was just a sweet, positive, friendly man. So, to hear him say negative things about himself, well, it was jarring. You were starting to understand what was going on and it pained you.
"Hey, no, you did figure it out! Why are you ashamed? You're the reason Hannibal is behind bars. You should be proud of yourself." You tried to encourage him.
To further express your genuineness, you placed a hand on his shoulder. It was a gentle touch, yet comforting. Upon contact, he nearly tensed up, but prevented it from happening. He hadn't seen you in a while, and he hadn't felt your touch in a while. It was starting to hit him about just how much he missed you.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, after almost being killed. I could have died, y/n. I could have died and left..."
His eyes met yours, mouth slightly open. Words wanted to leave his mouth, but they didn't. There was so much he wanted to tell you, but he couldn't build up the nerve. He couldn't speak because there was something he wanted to do. This thing had been on his mind since he arrived at the hospital. It lingered in his every waking moment. He had to do it. He wanted to do it.
"Left wha-"
You were cut off. It felt like a blur, for it all happened so fast, but his hands were cupping your face. And before you knew it, his lips were on yours. The dry weather had caused his lips to be a little dry, but it didn't matter to you that much. You were too enthralled with what was happening to even care. Then, he pulled away, face just inches apart from yours, breathing softly.
"You, y/n. I would have left you."
His rough hands were still against your cheeks. There were little tan band-aids on them, covering up the tiny holes that once had IV's in them. He must have just got out today, which shocked you. He didn't even wait to recover from his long stay, no, he came to see you immediately. He missed you terribly.
"Will..." Your voice was breathy, as if you were whispering.
Slowly, he let his hands fall away from your face. He looked discouraged. He must have taken your response as a form of rejection. You sounded hesitant, but you weren't. In fact, you were ecstatic about what just happened. Your anger and resentment were out the window now that you knew the reason behind what he did. There was no way you could stay mad at him; mad at the man you fell in love with all those years ago.
"I-"
It was your turn to cut him off now. You were a little more passionate about it though. Launching yourself forward, though gently in case his stomach still hurt, you placed your hands on his shoulders. His eyes widened as you kissed him, but they quickly closed, wrapping his arms around your waist. The feeling of his large and labor worn hands on your body, even if it was on your clothing, was something you'd always cherish. It sent a shiver through your body as you pulled away for a breath.
"I'm glad you're still here, Will." You admitted, biting back a wide and goofy smile.
His smile was unable to be held back, however. It spread across his face and his grip on your hips tightened. You blushed, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. Everything about the scenario felt like a dream. But it was all real.
Standing up, he brought you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He couldn't prevent it any longer. Tears flowed and his body shook lightly with every sob that left his throat. You rubbed his back, kissing his shoulder as he wept.
"I-I'm not leaving again, I promise. It took a near death experience for me to figure it out, but I can't live without you, y/n. I love you."
All of his thoughts, emotions, and words that had been pent up in his mind for months were now flowing from his lips. His tears trickled down his face, leaving droplets on your shirt, staining it. You didn't mind. Your heart was fluttering to much for you to care about anything other than the three words he said.
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