[ Will had bothered speaking since House had died and he and Wilson had gotten to something resembling safety. He hadn't let himself think about it, until Wilson was safe and when the other man finally moved to let the population at large in on the news, Will wandered away.
He found a far corner of the structure they were sheltered within and settled down on the floor. Pack set beside him. He knew he'd need to get his shit together, orient himself and then work with Wilson to determine their next steps, but his mind was currently assaulting him with a parade of technicolor, worst case scenarios.
After all, Hannibal had died and not come back. House had hammered it into Will's head that people didn't always come back, and House just tipped double digits. Did he get some sort of prize for that? A temporary tattoo like you got out of a box of Cracker Jacks?
A hooded figure with a sythe
Reaching up with his hand, Will ground the heel of his palm into one eye, trying to rub the image out of his head. ]
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He found a far corner of the structure they were sheltered within and settled down on the floor. Pack set beside him. He knew he'd need to get his shit together, orient himself and then work with Wilson to determine their next steps, but his mind was currently assaulting him with a parade of technicolor, worst case scenarios.
After all, Hannibal had died and not come back. House had hammered it into Will's head that people didn't always come back, and House just tipped double digits. Did he get some sort of prize for that? A temporary tattoo like you got out of a box of Cracker Jacks?
A hooded figure with a sythe
Reaching up with his hand, Will ground the heel of his palm into one eye, trying to rub the image out of his head. ]