( recharge .. what an ironic word to use this very moment, pulling a hoarse scoff from wil's throat — albeit involuntary. he meets his father's gaze, already waving off the concern with a blatant flick of the wrist. )
fine, 'm fine .. just tired. 's been a lot +
( a scoff, although it's tinted with amusement as he glances back to the destruction caused by the younger ones. then, with an eyebrow raised, he turns back to his father. lips curling into a small grin. )
you don't seriously believe that, do you?
( lets phiI manoeuvre him away from the blast radius, but not without continuously throwing his middle finger up at tommy and sticking his tongue as well. )
that 𝘪𝘴 his system. there's no gettin' it out, only enduring.
life of him keep. ( ironic, he's aware. )
slowly melting and resting his head against his father's, weary eyes fall shut. a whisper on his lips.
” we both know i'll have to, one day. “
he doesn't mean to flinch and freeze at the unexpected embrace. it's not as if they haven't hugged before, although it feels like decades since the last time he's truly experienced a gesture such as this one.
it's rather the promise he's meant to make, but can't for the +
( something feels off about the thought of going back, like an invisible hand pulling him away from the idea. recoiling as if burned, a hollow pit opening in his stomach. )
.. why?
( he asks quietly, not quite grasping what a return to the old house could be of use +
( a snicker, now.
it’s always pure
bliss to get on wil’s
nerves for the sake
of the laughs and
giggles. he knows
wil does, and god
does he appreciate
half the shit wil
does for him. whether
he chooses to admit
that or not.
a shrug, finally. giving
a small smile. )
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