will's gaze flicks between nico and the branch. it drops to their hands - to how he's holding onto nico's hand just this side of too tightly. and then it looks back up to the branch again.
he adjusts his hold on the bow and slides it so that it's caught in the crook of his elbow, then reaches up to grab the branch. it's in their way. he wrenches it down, snapping it from the tree so that it clears a path, and as his hold on it tightens painfully, the bark cutting into his skin - he's able to loosen his hold on nico's hand.
he can do this. can't he? it's just like before. he worked out so much of the backlash on thursday night. every other time, he'd managed not to hurt people.
he doesn't have to do this. he doesn't have to hurt nico. he won't hurt nico. he can't, he - ]
...we're going to go to the beach or the park, like you said. Get this out of my system, and then - back to the dorm. [he closes his eyes, trying to picture it. back to the dorm with nico - somewhere safe and peaceful.] It's been a long weekend, we can just - we can take a nap. No bars between us this time.
[his grip tightens further on the tree branch, and it cracks, splintering the wood. he drops it, his fingers clenching, and once he doesn't have anything to grasp onto - his hold on nico's hand starts to tighten again.
...
he's not in control of this. he knows that. it hurts, but he grips his wrist with his hand and yanks it back, out of nico's.]
I - Nico, just... [he swallows hard.] Run, okay? Put some distance between us for now. I'll... I need to get some of this out. I'll follow you, so, lead me - lead me to the flag, okay? We can still grab it together. W-we can still get out of here.
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will's gaze flicks between nico and the branch. it drops to their hands - to how he's holding onto nico's hand just this side of too tightly. and then it looks back up to the branch again.
he adjusts his hold on the bow and slides it so that it's caught in the crook of his elbow, then reaches up to grab the branch. it's in their way. he wrenches it down, snapping it from the tree so that it clears a path, and as his hold on it tightens painfully, the bark cutting into his skin - he's able to loosen his hold on nico's hand.
he can do this. can't he? it's just like before. he worked out so much of the backlash on thursday night. every other time, he'd managed not to hurt people.
he doesn't have to do this. he doesn't have to hurt nico. he won't hurt nico. he can't, he - ]
...we're going to go to the beach or the park, like you said. Get this out of my system, and then - back to the dorm. [he closes his eyes, trying to picture it. back to the dorm with nico - somewhere safe and peaceful.] It's been a long weekend, we can just - we can take a nap. No bars between us this time.
[his grip tightens further on the tree branch, and it cracks, splintering the wood. he drops it, his fingers clenching, and once he doesn't have anything to grasp onto - his hold on nico's hand starts to tighten again.
...
he's not in control of this. he knows that. it hurts, but he grips his wrist with his hand and yanks it back, out of nico's.]
I - Nico, just... [he swallows hard.] Run, okay? Put some distance between us for now. I'll... I need to get some of this out. I'll follow you, so, lead me - lead me to the flag, okay? We can still grab it together. W-we can still get out of here.