[ Fear. Personal fear. Will's dry smile flattens out completely; the sense of overstepping some unseen boundary is so powerful he feels the instinct to step back from his own mirror. He forgets to look away from the eye contact, curious in some appallingly morbid way.
Will stays at his sink, though, watching as Ben scrambles - low down, to get a look at his own mirror. ]
...Trapped. Again, yeah. [ Will's expression crinkles with self-deprecating humor, because...yeah, everyone's trapped. Been trapped. That's the exhausting part. ]
If it's just the one mirror in each of our rooms, I guess...this is it. [ A dry swallow. ] Just the two of us. [ And Will reaches forward again, to that broken field of his mirror. It mars Ben's recognizable face into something just slightly alien.
The ripples under his palm and fingers seem to widen, or perhaps pull together, as Will flattens his hand against the mirror. As before, this feels oddly right.
Musing, almost to himself: ] The other one broke on its own. But this one's...stubborn.
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Will stays at his sink, though, watching as Ben scrambles - low down, to get a look at his own mirror. ]
...Trapped. Again, yeah. [ Will's expression crinkles with self-deprecating humor, because...yeah, everyone's trapped. Been trapped. That's the exhausting part. ]
If it's just the one mirror in each of our rooms, I guess...this is it. [ A dry swallow. ] Just the two of us. [ And Will reaches forward again, to that broken field of his mirror. It mars Ben's recognizable face into something just slightly alien.
The ripples under his palm and fingers seem to widen, or perhaps pull together, as Will flattens his hand against the mirror. As before, this feels oddly right.
Musing, almost to himself: ] The other one broke on its own. But this one's...stubborn.