[ Peter is like moldable clay against Will; as soon as he's settled the jacket in place around Peter's shoulders - before, nearly - Peter is pressed up against him, arm like a cold brand around his waist. Clammy temple against his own. Will resists the urge to dab him dry with his sleeve, but he can't keep himself from tentatively brushing some of his hair off his forehead, stuck there with sweat. It's an itchy feeling Will knows too well to let linger.
Peter is surprisingly...mobile. Slow but trusting. He doesn't ask directions, although surely he's just used to the route down to first class quarters by now, right? Surely it's not just a blind trust that Will can't bring himself to believe he's earned...?
Will's key turns in the lock, a false signifier of safety and home. Or that's what it's felt like, until now - Will doesn't trust this room the way he does the ones back in his real home, but with Peter following himself...he can almost believe it's a safe place. That it's a nest to hide in.
Will's heart rate kicks up at the question. He makes a concerted effort not to look at the coffee table, on which sits a book that was gifted to him by Molly before she-- ]
I wouldn't have taken a stranger in as a roommate while I was married. [ Will swallows. Locks the door behind them, turns on another lamp. ] And I can't...bring myself to take one now. [ Will would rather be directly alone, than reminded of how lonely he feels around other people he can't be close to.
The fact that he's found possibly the only possible way to sate loneliness on this ship is occurring to him, right now. ] Come on, it's just-- right in this room.
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Peter is surprisingly...mobile. Slow but trusting. He doesn't ask directions, although surely he's just used to the route down to first class quarters by now, right? Surely it's not just a blind trust that Will can't bring himself to believe he's earned...?
Will's key turns in the lock, a false signifier of safety and home. Or that's what it's felt like, until now - Will doesn't trust this room the way he does the ones back in his real home, but with Peter following himself...he can almost believe it's a safe place. That it's a nest to hide in.
Will's heart rate kicks up at the question. He makes a concerted effort not to look at the coffee table, on which sits a book that was gifted to him by Molly before she-- ]
I wouldn't have taken a stranger in as a roommate while I was married. [ Will swallows. Locks the door behind them, turns on another lamp. ] And I can't...bring myself to take one now. [ Will would rather be directly alone, than reminded of how lonely he feels around other people he can't be close to.
The fact that he's found possibly the only possible way to sate loneliness on this ship is occurring to him, right now. ] Come on, it's just-- right in this room.