[ Will doesn't usually touch people unprompted, without expecting and anticipating the response. Here, he's given into a sudden desperate urge, and the response is just this: a gentle allowance and no visible disgust, just soft surprise. Will stares at their joined hands until Ben begins lowering his, speaking and rousing Will out of the reverie.
An apology itches and dies on Will's tongue. Sorry, he doesn't say, you're the first person I've been in the same space as. ]
Still here, wherever that is. [ It's the same bland colors, the same blank doors, the same airport carpet worn by weather instead of feet striped unevenly across the floor and then the ceiling, too, when Will thinks to look up at it.
Their hands naturally fall completely apart as they lower their arms, and Will steps after Ben, examining the corridor. It turns up ahead, but gently, with no sudden joint in the wall to be seen.
He presses his flat hand against the nearest door. ] I wonder if this is a reward, or just...a reset.
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An apology itches and dies on Will's tongue. Sorry, he doesn't say, you're the first person I've been in the same space as. ]
Still here, wherever that is. [ It's the same bland colors, the same blank doors, the same airport carpet worn by weather instead of feet striped unevenly across the floor and then the ceiling, too, when Will thinks to look up at it.
Their hands naturally fall completely apart as they lower their arms, and Will steps after Ben, examining the corridor. It turns up ahead, but gently, with no sudden joint in the wall to be seen.
He presses his flat hand against the nearest door. ] I wonder if this is a reward, or just...a reset.