Imagine Will always coming to you after a case for comfort.

“He tried to psychoanalyze me,” Will said, sitting across from you at the restaurant, his half-full plate being abandoned. Once he got a little food into him, he really started to open up. This time, it was about the Doctor that he had worked with on the Garret Jacob Hobbs case. Dr Lector.

“Oh no,” You said, sipping your drink. Your voice was sarcastic, though you did worry about him a little. “Did you tell him that you don’t like that?”

“I told him he wouldn’t like me when I’m being psychoanalyzed.” A little smile came across your face as he said that, since you could picture it perfectly. Upon seeing you smile, Will returned it, before going back to his usual over-serious self. You’d known him since you both were kids, you knew how he was.

“And I’m guessing he told you that he couldn’t help it.” You sighed.

“Of course,” He muttered.

“You could probably do with a doctor as attentive as Lecter,” You said, putting your hand on top of his, laying them both out on the red tablecloth.

“You’re good enough for me.”