[ If Will were capable of it, he'd use this opportunity to help James push away from him. He believed he wasn't good for James, that his broken mind and shattered moral compass would never allow him to be the support James needed in order to find himself again.
Maybe that was alright? Will was the one who kept saying that James could never go back to who he was, but that he could live as the man he wanted to be. But Will also wasn't sure that there was a place for himself in either of those realities.
For now, however, he was exhausted, cold and obedient. He simply nodded his head and moved to gather his limbs, getting up to his feet. Will could feel the beginnings of a fever starting to work it's way just under his skin, he'd have to deal with that when he got home.
He would follow James without comment or question, whether it be back to his own home or to one of the other man's bolt holes. ]
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Maybe that was alright? Will was the one who kept saying that James could never go back to who he was, but that he could live as the man he wanted to be. But Will also wasn't sure that there was a place for himself in either of those realities.
For now, however, he was exhausted, cold and obedient. He simply nodded his head and moved to gather his limbs, getting up to his feet. Will could feel the beginnings of a fever starting to work it's way just under his skin, he'd have to deal with that when he got home.
He would follow James without comment or question, whether it be back to his own home or to one of the other man's bolt holes. ]