Will noticeably twitches at the touch, drawing in on himself for a heartbeat of time before her hands settle on his head, his shoulder. The question makes him hesitate, then shuffle back a bit. "You can come in."
He pulls the blanket around himself a little tighter, making it all the more evident that he's lost weight, that he's too skinny, too small. But then he nods, adding in that same hoarse, unsure voice: "Carefully? I'm. Things...are sore." She's already said they're sore, but he says it again, wobbles on his feet, moments from just. Diving forward and clinging to her.
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Date: 2019-07-28 05:29 am (UTC)He pulls the blanket around himself a little tighter, making it all the more evident that he's lost weight, that he's too skinny, too small. But then he nods, adding in that same hoarse, unsure voice: "Carefully? I'm. Things...are sore." She's already said they're sore, but he says it again, wobbles on his feet, moments from just. Diving forward and clinging to her.