Will just maintains his death grip with one tiny hand on Breakdown's finger, so...imagine that, if you will. He's not teary anymore, but he's watching Sam's face with almost tangible anxiety, shoulders hunched up close to his ears, like he's expecting...something. Some sort of anger, some disgust, some type of lashing out. It's a wordless, glaring signal that speaks volumes as to the type of treatment he's used to.
But Sam's hand on his arm makes him relax (minutely), swallowing tightly. "I don't think it's...still in there. I...coughed things up for a while. Gross things. But now I can just...see where I was. Where it took me. We called it the Upside Down. It was like...this world, but...different. Wrong." He pauses, glancing around the airport for a moment, like he's waiting for something. "...I saw it earlier. Before you came by, Sam. Just for a second, I could see it."
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Date: 2018-02-06 06:40 am (UTC)But Sam's hand on his arm makes him relax (minutely), swallowing tightly. "I don't think it's...still in there. I...coughed things up for a while. Gross things. But now I can just...see where I was. Where it took me. We called it the Upside Down. It was like...this world, but...different. Wrong." He pauses, glancing around the airport for a moment, like he's waiting for something. "...I saw it earlier. Before you came by, Sam. Just for a second, I could see it."