Will's in the pantry, alternating between sweet and savoury with chocolate in one hand and nacho chips in the other. He finally gives in to the nachos and heads to the fridge with a regretfully look at the chocolate.

Grating cheese, he's smiling a little to himself and it has nothing to do with the food.

(nudge: anyone)

To: Watson, James ( Read more... )

Will has babies, at least for the night. The puppies are content in his room for all of an hour before he takes them out in search of something to amuse them. They seem to amuse each other a little, but they're running and playing and yelping all over him as soon as he sits down in one of the common rooms ( Read more... )

Will eyes the assignment with a shudder. He's qualified to dissect, but that doesn't mean he likes it. Magnus has a special project this morning, something to do with Mulder and a fairly uneasy looking Scully, so the autopsy is on his list of things to do ( Read more... )

Frequently, he feels like he lives in the basement. The stars are out tonight, rare for the cloudy Pacific Northwest, and he remembers the old, terrible telescope he had as a kid ( Read more... )