Will Graham
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Fly fishing with Will
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Thereβs a special kind of silence you can only find out in the wilderness. Places where the water moves slowly and the world forgets to be loud. Will exists best in that kind of quiet. Where observation replaces conversation and understanding comes without asking.
Teaching you to fly fish should be simple. Technical, maybe. Detached. It isnβt. With Will, nothing stays on the surface for long. Now itβs a lesson in patience, restraint, and how close he can stand beside you before it starts to mean something.
End of August
Noah Kahan
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Case #050226
βHookedβ
Unestablished relationship
Set after Yakimoto (2x7)
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The river ran with silent assertiveness, as if the very path it had carved through stone had been the only one it had ever considered. The only noise came from the sound of running water and the occasional call from a bird flying overhead. Abrupt, light, and fleeting. Summer had since given way to Autumn, staining the surrounding area in rich hues of gold, copper, and red.
Out in the wilderness, everything that was unnecessary fell away. There was a sense of serenity that came intrinsically with the tributary. Will stood out there like he belonged to the stillness. As though they both saw recognition in one another.
The weight that seemed to cling to him endlessly abated just slightly. Enough to unburden him of it momentarily. It left a sense of ease that was unable to exist anywhere else. He was softer now, less guarded. Even his glances toward them had shifted. He was fully present in a way that was difficult to deny and even more difficult to ignore.
The tension had drained from his body and had been swept away into the swift current of the stream. A different kind of tension remained in its place. βYou donβt have to be nervous,β he said quietly, his voice low enough for only them to hear.
His gaze lasted for a second too long. Not in an invasive manner, but as if he was studying m