Will nods quickly, hard, even though his shoulders droop in disappointment and his chest gets tighter. He'd hoped it would be that easy, that they could just...get whatever is in him, in his head or his blood or his bones, out and everything would go back to normal. "Okay. Okay." His voice definitely isn't wavering, shut up.
Clearing his throat, Will looks up at Breakdown, just as curious. "Was it cold there? Did he tell you?"
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Date: 2018-02-10 03:49 am (UTC)Clearing his throat, Will looks up at Breakdown, just as curious. "Was it cold there? Did he tell you?"