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Hello, you've reached--[sounds of fumbling and muttering before Robb's voice comes in:] Robb Stark--leave a message after the beep.

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not here. well, sort of. just after the whole mess with joffrey and viserys.

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[He makes his way to Robb's place without stopping to think of anything or be distracted. He's had a terrible lot of problems of his own lately, but honestly: this life, this world of Robb's? It seems so terrible. He's not sure what happened after he asked about his problem, covered it with asking about Valentine's Day. He won't press. He has no reason to. It's not something he really should try to get out of him, to manipulate as that's not exactly his motivation.

It's an urge he has sometimes (and one he's hating for exerting it over poor Abigail Hobbs), but he does his best to get rid of it. He's has more in common with the man he left behind, but once he realizes he's doing something quite similar to him—he has to stop it, rethink it, try to understand what it is that drove him to it and how he can make sure it doesn't happen again.

He has no reason to make himself known, nor will he. Perhaps he's not at home, but he'll find it unless someone takes it upon themselves to be a thief. What is it? Why, it's nothing more than a bag full of bacon, hot and fresh should he find it immediately after. It's tied in several knots that means it will have to be cut, which he does not to aggravate, but to discourage any passing by from trying to steal.

There's a good deal of bacon in it, too. It might seem like a full pig was used to make it. Not exactly the case, but the more he could do, the better he felt it would go over. If Robb doesn't notice it, he's damn sure that fascinating direwolf of his will. When he goes to the door, that beautiful creature, scratches at it, runs around in front of it, perhaps whimpers—what other choice does he have than to open and see what is it causing such excitement. Attached is a note, and he's tried his best to make it sound sincere. It is, but his mannerisms...they're not always so perfect. They can't be. But he's tried, and he didn't feel as if he needed to sign it for him to know who he was. He did it anyway, because this poor young man? He obviously has enough enemies, and he wouldn't blame him for being wary of food that just appeared out of nowhere.]

I hope that whatever you chose in regards to what you asked turned out well. I've had to break bad news of my own, though I doubt it would be anything like what it seems your world is rife with. I'd offer myself if you wanted to talk about it to someone mostly removed, but perhaps I didn't make the best first impression. I didn't steal him, honestly. I just found him and made sure all of them were cleaned and fed and watered before I asked. I know the terror of losing a pet, or a companion as some would call them. Seeing them having been found but not really taken care of would be even worse to me. Not everyone feels the same, I know. Still, I thought that maybe you could use a little something, and something you would know was me even if I didn't sign it. You've got a lot of enemies here, so I thought it best I do anyway, considering you might think it one of them and distrust it. I wouldn't blame you for it.

Wishing you the best in all your endeavors,
Will Graham

[That's it. It's set on the door so tied up nothing will fall from it should the bag fall itself. He does it quickly, and he's gone before he can question himself and knock.

An act of kindness. It seems he needs it, even if Will wouldn't call it as much. Just...reaching out to someone having a great deal of difficulty in one of the few ways he can: helping with a beloved friend, even if that friend has four legs and a tail. It's really all he can do at the moment. He assumes Robb has too much on his plate to deal with anything else, much less Will, as big a mess as he's trying not to be.]