Baltimore
Will Graham x Female!Reader
Warning: Strong feelings of inadequacy but thats it
A/N: She is long but very good in my humble opinion- enjoyyyy
Summary: Will wonders how someone can be so giving.
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Will woke up in a cold sweat, as he usually did. There was nothing new about that. What was new, however, was your calming presence in his little house out in the middle of nowhere. A home that was once quiet, save for the sounds of paws hitting the hardwood floor, and the occasional hum of a fan, was now filled with the sound of your jokes and laughter, along with your quiet voice, often soothing him back to sanity after a terror-filled night.
But at that moment in time, stretching on for what felt like forever, Will couldn’t feel you next to him, on the right side of his bed. He sat up slowly, still patting around the mattress for the feel of your body. Looking around with wide eyes, adjusting to the darkness, Will murmured, almost inaudibly, “y/n?”
No answer. He stood up, quick as he could, and made haste to pull on his night pants and robe. He made his way to the front door to look out the window if only to be certain that your car was still where you had parked it, rather crookedly, the evening before. He let out a breath of relief, fogging up the glass when he saw it in front of his house, along with you, wrapped up in your university sweatshirt, looking out on his dogs as they played.
More than ever, Will’s paranoia was beginning to show itself in the way he looked at you, as if bracing himself for the separation he was sure to come. Looking at you, Will knew that you deserved more than a man who could sometimes barely remember much of the time he spent with you. He knew that you deserved to wake up to more than nightmares and cold sweats. He couldn’t even begin to list the things you did for him, big or small.
You brought him donuts when you knew he hadn’t eaten. You helped him grade tests and edit worksheets. You made him coffee like it was nothing, and you drove him wherever he needed to go. In the beginning, it was Jack who told you to drive with Will, all three of you agreeing silently, that a man with as fragile a psyche as Will’s shouldn’t be behind the wheel, at least not on its own. But now, it was so much more than that. You picked him up in the mornings, took him to school, and picked him up when the day was over to get him to Baltimore for his appointment with Hannibal. And after all of that, you drove him back to Wolf Trap, only going home to your own apartment in Vienna, Virginia when you were sure he was home safe.
Time and time again he had tried to convince you that you needn’t drive for upwards of two hours a day, believing full well that having only him for company in an enclosed car could only ever be awkward, but you always waved him off, rattling off some excuse about the drive being therapeutic. He knew it was crap. You already gave so much to him, that Will could never even bring himself to ask you what you did for an hour in Baltimore while he was in therapy.
Will gripped the cold doorknob and pulled the door open, causing you to turn sharply. You smiled a smidge when you saw your boyfriend’s face illuminated in the porchlight.
“Hi,” he whispered, breaking the silence of the night.
