[ His voice softens as he agrees that it's good to be prepared.
He lets his eyes drift to the hand covering his own. It feels very much like that same hand has its fingers wrapped around his heart. Comforting and reassuring.
Strohl blinks and his eyes are back on Will's. He can feel how his eyebrows lift; how new light must be shining in the way that he looks at him. It's not a shame that takes him but a clear path of how to solve his fears. ]
Ah --
[ His voice starts to interrupt that he will take the next few days to think more thoroughly about the proposal. Certainly, he can take all the time he needs, but this talk; this push is what he truly requires to start to make his decision.
Yet those thoughts cease almost immediately.
He sucks his breath in as soon as he sees Will in pain. Copying what was done for him; his hand automatically goes to rest over his friend's. Gripping onto the one that holds onto his heart. His other hand drops from his face to hold onto his shoulder.
Strohl knows that he's saying his name over and over in increasing frantic panic: "Will? Will! Will!" ]
How can you say that you need just a minute?
[ An intense desire to do something overtakes him. Stop thinking! There are times when he should think and times when he should act. He doesn't quite know what he should do, but simply standing and holding onto Will's hand isn't enough.
Releasing his hold on his hand and shoulder, he switches instead to hold him close. There's no time to worry about courtesy and how the act could be viewed as disrespectful; he instead looks to find a place for him to sit, to recover, without worrying about standing. ]
You're right. I'll be all right. Just --
[ It's what he can say as he twists his head around; searching for a place of soft ground to let him rest. Rubble, rubble, everywhere; so if there is no place suitable for their needs - he will hold him close instead; let him recover in his arms if need be. His heart beats rapidly, frantically; holding him close, he drops his head to rest it next to Will's.
Rest on me. Even if your legs give out, I'll carry you. You've believed in me this far, and so whatever distance you need, I'll take you. ]
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Date: 2024-12-03 05:52 am (UTC)[ His voice softens as he agrees that it's good to be prepared.
He lets his eyes drift to the hand covering his own. It feels very much like that same hand has its fingers wrapped around his heart. Comforting and reassuring.
Strohl blinks and his eyes are back on Will's. He can feel how his eyebrows lift; how new light must be shining in the way that he looks at him. It's not a shame that takes him but a clear path of how to solve his fears. ]
Ah --
[ His voice starts to interrupt that he will take the next few days to think more thoroughly about the proposal. Certainly, he can take all the time he needs, but this talk; this push is what he truly requires to start to make his decision.
Yet those thoughts cease almost immediately.
He sucks his breath in as soon as he sees Will in pain. Copying what was done for him; his hand automatically goes to rest over his friend's. Gripping onto the one that holds onto his heart. His other hand drops from his face to hold onto his shoulder.
Strohl knows that he's saying his name over and over in increasing frantic panic: "Will? Will! Will!" ]
How can you say that you need just a minute?
[ An intense desire to do something overtakes him. Stop thinking! There are times when he should think and times when he should act. He doesn't quite know what he should do, but simply standing and holding onto Will's hand isn't enough.
Releasing his hold on his hand and shoulder, he switches instead to hold him close. There's no time to worry about courtesy and how the act could be viewed as disrespectful; he instead looks to find a place for him to sit, to recover, without worrying about standing. ]
You're right. I'll be all right. Just --
[ It's what he can say as he twists his head around; searching for a place of soft ground to let him rest. Rubble, rubble, everywhere; so if there is no place suitable for their needs - he will hold him close instead; let him recover in his arms if need be. His heart beats rapidly, frantically; holding him close, he drops his head to rest it next to Will's.
Rest on me. Even if your legs give out, I'll carry you. You've believed in me this far, and so whatever distance you need, I'll take you. ]