[ Can’t go wrong with that. For Will, who is no decorator but knows the hallmarks of someone wrapping herself in comfort and his quarters are example one. The option to leave is a window swiftly closing, trapping him in with his own (perhaps poorly employed) resolve and the strain he can feel press close to his own skin and leave a red impression. Will feels like he was entrusted with a priceless vase and threw it onto the concrete, then trying to walk around the mess but keeps stepping onto small, easily crushed pieces. ]
Ah, just a black coffee. One sugar. Please.
[ He takes a seat in one of the firmer-looking couches and folds forward almost in half, fingers threading between his knees. An inoffensive distance, he hopes. Safe, so she can leave the coffee somewhere and he can collect it independently. ]
I heard.
[ There's only so much to be said for his Mirror taking that kind of liberty at the expense of her trust. Not that killing is a liberty, but it happened initially because Will had built trust with her to enough of an extent that she let her guard down and could be taken advantage of, violated, displayed. There aren't enough apologies that he thinks will be heard. ]
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Ah, just a black coffee. One sugar. Please.
[ He takes a seat in one of the firmer-looking couches and folds forward almost in half, fingers threading between his knees. An inoffensive distance, he hopes. Safe, so she can leave the coffee somewhere and he can collect it independently. ]
I heard.
[ There's only so much to be said for his Mirror taking that kind of liberty at the expense of her trust. Not that killing is a liberty, but it happened initially because Will had built trust with her to enough of an extent that she let her guard down and could be taken advantage of, violated, displayed. There aren't enough apologies that he thinks will be heard. ]
If you want me to go, I will.