[ Will just-- watches him while he offers up an explanation, trying to decide if he wants a conversation about it or is dodging the possibility of one. It feels like the latter - the soft heat of embarrassment touches the tips of Will's ears and he doesn't think it's his. He frowns but doesn't feel so unbalanced that he doesn't know what to do.
His eyes are naturally drawn to the sketchbook and he nods. He knows the polite thing to do might be to sidestep this issue, but he also knows the polite route did approximately jackshit for him as a scared kid.
Softly, almost distracted: ] Like lancing a wound. Get the poison out. [ And then he shakes his head, just a quick twitch back and forth. Hadn't this kid said-- something had been in him? Will tastes bile and swallows hard. ] Do you want, um. Would you rather draw or walk?
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His eyes are naturally drawn to the sketchbook and he nods. He knows the polite thing to do might be to sidestep this issue, but he also knows the polite route did approximately jackshit for him as a scared kid.
Softly, almost distracted: ] Like lancing a wound. Get the poison out. [ And then he shakes his head, just a quick twitch back and forth. Hadn't this kid said-- something had been in him? Will tastes bile and swallows hard. ] Do you want, um. Would you rather draw or walk?