{ He logically knows it’s not his fault, but maybe he’s now rising what he has been trying to hide away when he arrived. It’s the guilt. Dani is open about her’s and it’s nearly fascinating. Not in the cruel manner, but rather in the astonishment of doing it without restraint. Will often holds his bleeding heart close, and he’d rather drown in it than truly let others see what lurks.

He gives tidbits at most. When normally he’d shy away from any touch, the lightness on his shoulder is what makes his expression flicker. It’s welcomed. }

Does it? I once gave someone the benefit. It didn’t go well. I thought I could heal. I was foolish. You’re braver than me.

{ His eyebrows furrow as he ponders. He’s lost many people, and what he can’t reconcile is that he made them backdrops. Will ignores his inner discomfort. He attempts to smell the beachside air, but it’s not the same. }