Will lets out a sound, like a hiss of breath, tense under Sam's hands, holding himself as still as possible for a long moment. Then he releases the rigid posture, one arm coming up, hand clinging onto Sam's shirt as he presses his face against her shoulder and lets out a short, shaky, clearly-trying-not-to-cry type of breath. His other hand is pressed protectively over his side - the most painful spot, the burn from the poker, a bright sunburst shape that'll scar over the next few weeks.
"Sorry," he says, finally, not entirely positive what he's apologizing for, but. He's good at apologizing.
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Date: 2019-07-28 11:54 pm (UTC)"Sorry," he says, finally, not entirely positive what he's apologizing for, but. He's good at apologizing.