[will is frowning still, but he sits back on his heels, giving peter his space. part of him resonates at the strange sensation of feeling injuries you aren't sure you can remember getting. his own skin crawls with the memory of being burned, so vividly that he looks down at his hands to make sure they aren't charring to ash.
they aren't. the only visible injuries he has are ligature marks on his arms and wrists, from the clothesline tying him in place. that and the general air of exhaustion and sleeplessness.
that last comment makes a very grim half-smile flicker across will's face.] Sort of. But you're all alone in nightmares, right? At least there are other people here.
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they aren't. the only visible injuries he has are ligature marks on his arms and wrists, from the clothesline tying him in place. that and the general air of exhaustion and sleeplessness.
that last comment makes a very grim half-smile flicker across will's face.] Sort of. But you're all alone in nightmares, right? At least there are other people here.
Is your nose broken?