[ The mirror doesn't want him to let go. Will feels it like the breath of a suggestion, words mouthed silent against his skin, and he presses his own emotions overtop them. He wants this connection, has wanted it since he first started to suspect what the terrible aching gap in his chest was for. Here, in this place, being alone feels wholly different than it ever had back home.

And Will's met Ben before, even if they've never been this close to existing in the same space. ] Giving in to the human desire for companionship. [ Mumbled, towards the mirror; towards himself; towards Ben, too, though Will blinks himself a half-step back out of his reverie when he registers what he's said in the context of sharing it.

But...honesty has always been a weapon, but sometimes it can be a balm. Will visibly swallows, watching Ben put up his other hand, flat on the mirror. Will lifts his own slowly, following suit with an instinct that feels younger than most of his hunches do.

Palm to palm. Will can't feel Ben's warmth through the glass, but his own echoes back at him, his body heat warming the glass in an otherwise-cold room. ] I'm still not sure I want to give this...place whatever it wants, [ Will starts carefully, trying to feel his way through tangled intentions and curiosities. ]

But I think I really want...this to work.