Oh. What happened? [because the best time to share injury stores is while sitting on the ground in the middle of a hellscape city, right? still, will is noticing the other injuries, the bruises, the dark purplish shadows that speak to not getting enough sleep for a long, long time. it's...familiar. maybe that's why he wants to find out more, see if his instincts are right. if they have more in common than being stuck here.
the question makes will look down again, surprised a little by the bruises. he hadn't thought they would be that bad, but he -- or, rather, the monster inside him -- had struggled pretty hard back in the shed.]
No, it's okay. It's...they're...I'm okay. [blatant lying, but it's better to fib than try to explain that he'd caused the injuries himself.]
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the question makes will look down again, surprised a little by the bruises. he hadn't thought they would be that bad, but he -- or, rather, the monster inside him -- had struggled pretty hard back in the shed.]
No, it's okay. It's...they're...I'm okay. [blatant lying, but it's better to fib than try to explain that he'd caused the injuries himself.]