["This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us."
Anyone walking past Cell 6 this morning is going to be treated to the sound of Will Graham just tumbling straight out of bed and hitting the floor no holds barred. He seems oddly spooked by his tumble though -- staring at the opposite wall like he's not there at all, like all he's really feeling is the swoop of gravity and the rush of cold air, the roat of wave, blood scenting the air, seeping into his clothes and the warmth of another person. He remembers falling, and he didn't do it alone.
When he does emerge, finally, he's in the kitchen. There's something that looks like a very basic omelette in front of him, and there's a cup of coffee in front of him because a quarter of a bottle of whiskey doesn't last long on an evening like the one they recently had. He's reading a letter.]
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Anyone walking past Cell 6 this morning is going to be treated to the sound of Will Graham just tumbling straight out of bed and hitting the floor no holds barred. He seems oddly spooked by his tumble though -- staring at the opposite wall like he's not there at all, like all he's really feeling is the swoop of gravity and the rush of cold air, the roat of wave, blood scenting the air, seeping into his clothes and the warmth of another person. He remembers falling, and he didn't do it alone.
When he does emerge, finally, he's in the kitchen. There's something that looks like a very basic omelette in front of him, and there's a cup of coffee in front of him because a quarter of a bottle of whiskey doesn't last long on an evening like the one they recently had. He's reading a letter.]