( as if the shock of being deposited out of the conjoined rooms, or finally being in the same genuine space and plane as Will, wasn't enough of a surprise — even hearing Will's voice with his own ears feels startling. Ben hadn't fully noticed the difference, how the mirrored barrier had dampened the sound. it gives him the real and fullest sense that, yes, this is real.
Ben nods, at the thought that aligns simultaneously with Will's question.
he doesn't buck Will's hand off or jerk away, but Ben does twitch at the immediate, earnest contact, a hand wrapping around his sleeved wrist. he almost expects more, something aggressive maybe, but nothing more occurs. it's just them, reeling that they've been given the opportunity to stand before each other, after their number of disjointed encounters. )
Real? I've been asking that ever since I got here. Still haven't decided on an answer.
If any of it is, then I...hope it's this. ( you know, one of the only nice, good things that have happened to him since arriving here. he feels a bit raw about it all, all of that focus to make a connection, to admit why and how; Ben stands stupidly still, one hand still palm-flat to Will's, one lax and held in the man's grip. after an untold, immeasurable amount of time, it feels like it's too soon to let go, but any longer might become...unseemly.
Ben lets his arms lower slowly as nervously looks away — and around, squinting up and down this blank hallway of doors, no signs of telling where any of them lead to. because of course. ) ...Where are we?
'the teacup reformed' i'm equally triggered and heartened
Ben nods, at the thought that aligns simultaneously with Will's question.
he doesn't buck Will's hand off or jerk away, but Ben does twitch at the immediate, earnest contact, a hand wrapping around his sleeved wrist. he almost expects more, something aggressive maybe, but nothing more occurs. it's just them, reeling that they've been given the opportunity to stand before each other, after their number of disjointed encounters. )
Real? I've been asking that ever since I got here. Still haven't decided on an answer.
If any of it is, then I...hope it's this. ( you know, one of the only nice, good things that have happened to him since arriving here. he feels a bit raw about it all, all of that focus to make a connection, to admit why and how; Ben stands stupidly still, one hand still palm-flat to Will's, one lax and held in the man's grip. after an untold, immeasurable amount of time, it feels like it's too soon to let go, but any longer might become...unseemly.
Ben lets his arms lower slowly as nervously looks away — and around, squinting up and down this blank hallway of doors, no signs of telling where any of them lead to. because of course. ) ...Where are we?