( half accusation, half defence: )
[text] you dont call either
[text, delayed] busy?
[text] yep deprived. he’s an old man with old man morals that im really starting to hate
It takes her a while because she’s torn between throwing the phone and yelling at him.
[text] busy enough. i’m in the middle of a big move.
[text] im sorry for not calling
[text] i still need to tell you that thing i promised to tell you
( he doesn’t reply; his texts get lost in his drafts with his tiredness, with his unwillingness to dissect the things he imagines she’s not saying between full stops and undeserved apologies.
a week later, he texts her a half baked explanation, )
[text] work has been really busy.
[text] i can’t remember that promise
nbc hannibal is v. unrealistic
it expects me to believe that an entire class was able to focus when hugh dancy was their teacher
#about will graham #ish
i’ve never seen a more accurate ‘hi im here to ruin everything’
said: What kind of dog would you not steal away, I mean take in.
“A dog with an owner.”
#asks #(loud laughing)
said: oR WOULD THEY ASK WHY YOU TOOK THEM FROM THEIR LITTLE GIRL OF AN OWNER WHY WILL WHY or like dog stuff like what would I do if I was like a pug or something.
“I have never taken a dog from a little girl.”
#an accusation worse than murder charges #asks
“Where did you get the dog hair?”
#jehandefleurs #i can't bleieve
said: If dogs could talk what would they say to you?
“Much nicer things than humans, I’d wager.”
#asks #the world will graham wishes he lived in
said: Does that mean you're happiest at ugliest dog contests?
“I— wasn’t aware that they existed.”
#worst dog owner #asks #looks_to_his_dogs_for_support.gif
said: What is in Will's fridge right now?
Ham for the sandwiches he’ll forget to make for himself in the morning. Butter. Milk for his coffee
; fridge of necessity — that shows a fear of letting things go to waste and a life that doesn’t allow for much time waiting around at home.
#what a lovely ask #asks
He’s not a drinking man, but some nights he needs to fall into the anonymity of drinking without his fireplace reminding him of Alana Bloom when scotch drowns his mental filter.
This bar was a good find, practically empty in the dying hours of the morning save for the bar tender who Will calls over with "Another scotch?"
#illripyourthroat #(i hope your modern verse where she's a bartender still applies #if not let me know!)