The rambling, as always, distracts Will from looking down at the wound, not wanting to think about it, where it came from, what it feels like, what happened before it. He winces, even though it doesn't hurt, instinctively twitching away. But then it's blessedly painless, the deep-seated burning ache vanishing like it was never there.
He lets out a rush of breath, letting his shirt drop back down without even looking down. "No, it's...I'd rather it feel better, yeah. Thanks."
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Date: 2019-07-31 02:20 am (UTC)He lets out a rush of breath, letting his shirt drop back down without even looking down. "No, it's...I'd rather it feel better, yeah. Thanks."