“Stop looking at me like that.” @consiliummeum for alana? :3
Alana wishes she knew what to say. Nothing really feels quite right in the moment. Part of her thinks that she could've done a better job of talking Jack out of bringing Will back. He's not ready--he'd never be ready. Not really. She sighs, crossing her arms.
"...Will, I need you to be honest," she says after a few long moments, unsure if she wants to reach out and take his hand or not. She opts to not. It'd be too intimate (and god how she wants to show him that she cares, maybe too much). "I know that you're in therapy with Dr. Lecter, but...I need you to tell me if this is overwhelming you. I'm asking you as your friend. Not as a psychiatrist. I really worry about you."
It's as close to an admission of interest that's not clinical as she's ever been. Alana frowns, glances away. "Maybe I'm just being too personal, Will, but you need someone in your corner."










