[It's late Sunday evening when Will finally decides to stop being a jackass about all this. After making sure all the doors and windows are locked, the lights are off, and doing his self-appointed nightly rounds, he strips down to the usual undershirt and boxers for bed and climbs in with the look of a man who knows he isn't going to get any sleep tonight but appreciates that their mattress is comfortable. It's always nicer to not sleep somewhere that doesn't actively make Will feel like he'd be better off laying on the floor or sitting in a cramped corner for how uncomfortable it is.]
We need to. Talk.
[Not the most beloved of phrases among the married, but Will's staring at the ceiling while he lies in their shared bed and clearly has no intention of getting up. She can probably assume it's Baltimore-related instead of, say, he went home with someone who wasn't April and does she want to set him on fire now or later.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:21 am (UTC)We need to. Talk.
[Not the most beloved of phrases among the married, but Will's staring at the ceiling while he lies in their shared bed and clearly has no intention of getting up. She can probably assume it's Baltimore-related instead of, say, he went home with someone who wasn't April and does she want to set him on fire now or later.]