{ He does get back to his senses right away. For a moment he thinks he hears the tick of a clock, threatening to melt his ear off when he closes his eyes again. One deep breathe and he’s pinching the bridge of his nose before straightening his composure and looking forward.
He gets the joke. His own have been dried out before when he has attempted it. }
Maybe they’re nocturnal? The sort that need an invitation.
{ He doubts it, but trying something, anything, is better than nothing. His steps are brisk when he picks a random direction. Will has learned all paths eventually lead to where he needs, and somehow he’s banking on that now. }
My place is on the outskirts. If yours is closer...?
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He gets the joke. His own have been dried out before when he has attempted it. }
Maybe they’re nocturnal? The sort that need an invitation.
{ He doubts it, but trying something, anything, is better than nothing. His steps are brisk when he picks a random direction. Will has learned all paths eventually lead to where he needs, and somehow he’s banking on that now. }
My place is on the outskirts. If yours is closer...?