[ Give them something. Will might not've come by that insight on his own - he's always had a blindspot where he himself might become the goal of another being. Wasn't that part of the issue with Hannibal, that last missing piece to understanding what he'd had an interest in since the beginning? (Would Will have caught on to Hannibal faster, if he'd had this man to bounce ideas off of?
...Would Will have shared that with him back home, even if he had been around?)
But there's no time for guilty revelations and second-guessing. No, there's only time for watching the window into Ben's world smooth over, watching the mirror un-shatter. The teacup reformed.
Will's eyes burn, because even if he doesn't have any way of concretely communicating with what causes the mirror to come back together again, even though he can't know for sure if the setting is benevolent...it tugs at him. The symbolism is choking.
When he closes his eyes for a moment to center himself, he ends up opening them onto...a new room. Hallway, in fact. Not unlike the labyrinth he'd been in when he pressed forward into the space behind the mirror in the first place.
Ben's in front of him. Will blinks, the shine on his eyes slowly dissipating. ] Is this-- [ '--real?' Will chokes on the rest of it, mouth agape, and then -- he reaches past their joined hands, grips one of Ben's wrists hard just to see if he can or not.
He can. Ben's warm and his sleeve is too, from being in contact with his skin. Will stares at the contact, stunned out of speaking for the moment. ]
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...Would Will have shared that with him back home, even if he had been around?)
But there's no time for guilty revelations and second-guessing. No, there's only time for watching the window into Ben's world smooth over, watching the mirror un-shatter. The teacup reformed.
Will's eyes burn, because even if he doesn't have any way of concretely communicating with what causes the mirror to come back together again, even though he can't know for sure if the setting is benevolent...it tugs at him. The symbolism is choking.
When he closes his eyes for a moment to center himself, he ends up opening them onto...a new room. Hallway, in fact. Not unlike the labyrinth he'd been in when he pressed forward into the space behind the mirror in the first place.
Ben's in front of him. Will blinks, the shine on his eyes slowly dissipating. ] Is this-- [ '--real?' Will chokes on the rest of it, mouth agape, and then -- he reaches past their joined hands, grips one of Ben's wrists hard just to see if he can or not.
He can. Ben's warm and his sleeve is too, from being in contact with his skin. Will stares at the contact, stunned out of speaking for the moment. ]