[ It’s an exaggeration. He knows that. But Will’s far from the stationary sculpture he once was, and the very unfortunate-looking leg he’d caught a glimpse of before hasn’t made a reappearance. So okay is relative, it seems.
He lets the door close behind him, caring not to brush it all off, as he’s...beyond exhausted. Still, he’s not about to start bawling in front of him, so the moment he feels his eyes start to prick, he quickly and roughly rubs his hand across them. It trembles a little, but at least he can feel it. ]
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He lets the door close behind him, caring not to brush it all off, as he’s...beyond exhausted. Still, he’s not about to start bawling in front of him, so the moment he feels his eyes start to prick, he quickly and roughly rubs his hand across them. It trembles a little, but at least he can feel it. ]
I- I thought- ...I was real worried, Will.