( an open post #1 )

[charmlessness]

you know the rules. pick a muse. post a photo / some words / some lyrics / a link to a song, etc, with a character of your choosing. profit.

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[sharedpsychosis]

[ Will Graham doesn't like traveling. Planes, specifically. There's something about planes that make him anxious – being in a confined space with all those people, not being able to turn his brain off and ultimately reading into how just about everyone is feeling; it's a bit too much for him to handle.

If someone were to ask him why, if he hates traveling so much, he agreed to go out of the country to assist with a case, he wouldn't have an answer for them. Because it's the right thing to do? Because he needed to get away from Jack Crawford and the Chesapeake Ripper case, only if for a little while?

Whatever his reason, he's unhappily seated on a plane to London, England. Something about a serial killer that nobody can seem to get a grasp on. A mind like Will's would probably do them some good. What kind of awful person would he be to say no?

At least they were gracious enough to seat him in first class. There's less people up here, and more space. He hasn't had the misfortune of touching elbows with the woman seated to his left, but he doesn't think she's even aware of his existence, though he's looked over in her direction more than a handful of times. He's unable to read her, and while that's a welcome phenomena, it's still incredibly strange.

A stewardess pulls his attention from the book that he's been trying — and failing, thus far — to distract himself with, and he nearly jumps out of his seat before he looks over at her. No doubt she's noticed by the way he twitches and stirs in his seat that he's not a good flyer. She probably feels bad for him, given the sad smile he receives before she asks him if there's anything she can get him to drink.

And while he knows better, he doesn't hesitate even a bit before: ]

Whiskey. Whatever you've got is fine.