Taking the clothes strewn over the floor. Putting them on. Gaze sweeping over his calm form. /I wonder if he’s still sleeping…/

I leave a note by his bedside table. /I’m sorry. I need to go feed the dogs./

Just that. There’s no need for anything else. For romantic X’s and O’s or ‘Love’s’ or anything else. He doesn’t need that. I don’t need that either. I don’t know how to do that.

So, I know I’m seriously biased, but you guys should check out willgrahamsa ’s RP portrayal of Will. She just /gets/ him. And his relationship with Lecter.

Seriously. I’m incredibly lucky to write with her.