There's a quick flash of a grin that's so heartfelt that it makes Will actually look like a little kid, rather than a very serious small adult. "Just a regular moose! Can't it step on the monster truck? With it's, um, frying pan feet?" He gestures with his still-cupped hands, trying to signify huge moose feet squashing even the most ferocious of trucks, and several of the coins fly out and clatter onto the ground. There's a brief, heartbreaking second where Will freezes, eyes deer-in-the-headlights-wide as they snap first to his (still-sleeping) mother, then to Sam. His shoulders are set defensively, and it doesn't take a genius to guess what he's anticipating in response to the noise and the mess.
But it passes. Logic takes over reflex and Will is embarrassed instead of afraid. "Sorry," he mumbles, carefully pouring the handful of change onto the table, then wiggling out of his seat to pick up the scattered coins. "Um, Will. I'm Will."
Crouched on the ground, he blinks up at Sam, nose wrinkling. "And...then what?" It's the next logical question, right? When you have one big tattoo, where do you go from there?
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Date: 2017-12-13 04:26 am (UTC)But it passes. Logic takes over reflex and Will is embarrassed instead of afraid. "Sorry," he mumbles, carefully pouring the handful of change onto the table, then wiggling out of his seat to pick up the scattered coins. "Um, Will. I'm Will."
Crouched on the ground, he blinks up at Sam, nose wrinkling. "And...then what?" It's the next logical question, right? When you have one big tattoo, where do you go from there?