( His eyes drop slowly down to the boy's mouth, the way it moves into a little smile. That expression, too, is familiar somehow. Even if it's hesitant, slight, it's a certain comfort. There's such a softness to it. To how the boy treats him, pets him. 'We both made it.'
"We"... a togetherness. It's impossible to be alone, when you're "we".
He slowly moves his body a bit more, arm curling inwards towards his chest, but he doesn't try to get up. He likes lying down like this, being petted by Grandma. )
Will you tell me? ( Tell him... what... It's a lengthy pause, in which he's just staring up at Will, before he clarifies. )
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"We"... a togetherness. It's impossible to be alone, when you're "we".
He slowly moves his body a bit more, arm curling inwards towards his chest, but he doesn't try to get up. He likes lying down like this, being petted by Grandma. )
Will you tell me? ( Tell him... what... It's a lengthy pause, in which he's just staring up at Will, before he clarifies. )
A story.