[These light touches, something that might not mean much to most people and seem entirely too innocent for the depth of the friendship they had now, always hit him hard. He'd remember the feel of Will's fingers along his jaw for days, the exact pressure and the warmth of his skin a reminder that he has good things in his life.]

Maybe in a minute, I didn't actually come here just to get stitched up.

[That was just a bonus.

He lets Will step back as soon as he moves to do so, even if he could easily keep him in place if he wanted to. Both of them have boundaries and personal space that's much more fiercely protected than most people do.]

I have something to show you out in the city.