[ William grimaced faintly, his lips a tight line. Yes, he probably would, an unwelcome reminder of how the dire situation was: sepsis aside, he wasn't out of the woods yet and wouldn't be for weeks, not with wounds that severe. He glanced downa t his hands for a moment.
Do you have any idea how scared I was? At all?
Probably not, considering that he'd had to make a show of not being scared. Sometimes he felt that Albert knew exactly how much his very existence meant to him; other times, he had to wonder (while simultaneously doing nothing to clarify).
Would he return to S.T.A.R.S. if he knew? If he could somehow empathically transfer the entire weight of the feeling, everything he'd experienced over the past 48 hours, every thought that had gone through his head? Probably, considering his independent streak. It was part of his appeal, unfortunately, that ability and willingness to strike out on his own and the lack of regard for anyone else's opinion. Sometimes William just wished that his own would be the exception. ]
I was worried. Last night.
[ Perhaps an ill-advised confession, and not one he'd given much thought to before he simply said it. ]
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[ William grimaced faintly, his lips a tight line. Yes, he probably would, an unwelcome reminder of how the dire situation was: sepsis aside, he wasn't out of the woods yet and wouldn't be for weeks, not with wounds that severe. He glanced downa t his hands for a moment.
Do you have any idea how scared I was? At all?
Probably not, considering that he'd had to make a show of not being scared. Sometimes he felt that Albert knew exactly how much his very existence meant to him; other times, he had to wonder (while simultaneously doing nothing to clarify).
Would he return to S.T.A.R.S. if he knew? If he could somehow empathically transfer the entire weight of the feeling, everything he'd experienced over the past 48 hours, every thought that had gone through his head? Probably, considering his independent streak. It was part of his appeal, unfortunately, that ability and willingness to strike out on his own and the lack of regard for anyone else's opinion. Sometimes William just wished that his own would be the exception. ]
I was worried. Last night.
[ Perhaps an ill-advised confession, and not one he'd given much thought to before he simply said it. ]