She was watching him again, she really couldn't stop. No matter how many times, in that one day she had tried to stop watching him. His eyes were most definitely telling her he was alive, yet, when she wasn't looking at him, all that kept flashing through her brain was the cold look he had emanated in her nightmare. She had also kept him close, asking for his assistance on petty little things that she most certainly could have done herself, or asking him to dine with her for lunch rather than eat by herself in her office. Maybe she was just being overprotective, but honestly, anyone would react this way right?

Will was sitting next to her, on the couch asking her about some great adventure she had supposedly been on with some famous person that he was currently obsessed with and she was not paying attention to one thing he said. She was observing him: making sure his pulse was still beating in his uninjured neck, his lips that moved with the words he said and the way his body tilted slightly in towards her when he became very excited about the topic.

"Magnus," his voice was complacent yet there was a hidden warning in it. He was exasperated with her to a certain degree yet, curiosity was also weighing heavily in. So many things, in the way he said her name, just that one word.

"Yeah?" She lifted the ever present mug of tea to her lips in an attempt to ward off the shiver that was threatening to pull her body into minor convulsions. It only half worked.

"Is everything ok?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" She was leaning over to return the mug to the table when he barreled into the conversation, headstrong and confident he would get somewhere this time.

"You haven't answered a single one of my questions."

She opened her mouth suddenly to protest, but, upon realizing she hadn't actually heard a word he said, she closed it once more. "I'm sorry my mind seems to have wandered."

"That's just it! I didn't ask a single question, but you weren't listening at all. Your mind does not just 'wander' without just cause. Are you going to tell me what's going on or not?"

"Nothing is going on, Will. I just…didn't sleep very well last night." It was a lame excuse if she knew one, but there was nothing else she could think of.

"Magnus, you go for days without sleeping at a time and function perfectly normally. Now, you're trying to get it by me, that you slept poorly one night and aren't functioning up to par. I don't buy it."

"I'm sorry Will, honestly, that really is all that this is: simple weariness." She placed a hand on his arm to try and reassure him that she was speaking the truth and with the soft look he gave her in response she thought she had.

"Something is wrong."

"What does that mean?"

"You're not eating; you're not sleeping; you injured yourself on a mission, something I rarely if ever see you do. You—" He stood at this point, so he could pace around the room to get it across to her that this was something serious. When he stood, his knees jostled against hers and she jumped back further in her seat in surprise, a hand clutching at her chest and her eyes squeezed shut against whatever it was he was going to do to her. Will stopped. He stopped everything, the tirade, his movements, the time—if he could have stopped that and hit rewind he would have gladly. He waited until she had calmed; until her eyes opened and locked with his. "That, right there. What was that?"

"It was nothing." She sounded breathy even to her own ears.

"It was not nothing. What was it?" He bent down in front of her, pressing a warm hand and fingers against her bare knee. That couldn't have given her anymore proof than she needed that he was alive and well.

"Drop it, Will, it was nothing alright?" She stood and made for her desk, turning around and leaning against it. A defense mechanism, yes and one she rarely used even when John paid visits. He noticed it most definitely; there was no getting around his keen skills in observation. "It was just a memory, that's all." Had she really just been bullied into something?

Just then, Henry burst through the open door, "Hey Doc, there's a flying monkey thing on the loose in the warehouse district. We just got a call and some live feed on the cams. We gotta get this one quick otherwise it ain't gonna be pretty." Magnus gave her young counterpart one more look ensuring that this conversation was over. The look she received back, however, said it was far from over.