[Honestly, Will isn't sure if this is an improvement or not. At least the older boy is looking at him, rather than calling out for someone who isn't there. He doesn't look great -- sandy and wide-eyed and dazed -- but at least he isn't dead?
So Will smiles, hesitantly, still unsure if he's doing the right thing. There's a tug of remembrance somewhere in his chest, and he wants to follow it, wants to unravel the memories that are dancing somewhere out of his reach. But for the moment he just nods, petting awkwardly at the older boy's hair.] Yeah, I'm here. I'm right here, see? We're...we both made it. [He recalls, vaguely, that this hadn't been a guarantee, that it had been in question for a while.]
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So Will smiles, hesitantly, still unsure if he's doing the right thing. There's a tug of remembrance somewhere in his chest, and he wants to follow it, wants to unravel the memories that are dancing somewhere out of his reach. But for the moment he just nods, petting awkwardly at the older boy's hair.] Yeah, I'm here. I'm right here, see? We're...we both made it. [He recalls, vaguely, that this hadn't been a guarantee, that it had been in question for a while.]