[It works. It definitely works. Will falls into her touch without hesitation or even an attempt to pretend he's got that; for how frustrating this all is, he's got few guards in place when April's involved. Physically, there are none. Putty in her hands, really, though putty that doesn't melt. Still observant, alert, attentive. This isn't turning into anything more than what he takes it as, a move to make Goddamn sure he listens and listens well because he hasn't gotten it properly and measures must be taken to be certain he doesn't only hear her, but that he understands. When his hands move to hers, it's to hold them. Not move them away.
She raises good points. Points Will dismisses because he believes he knows better. And because he knows that he can behave just as poorly when he feels like it, if not worse.]
Okay. [Quiet, nearly defeated. Nearly.] But he's still mine. He's the only one left. It's just us, April, I'm not gonna throw him to the wolves. I can't.
[I am your only connection to Baltimore now. Your only connection to her. You are still that man, Will. Still the man who picks and chooses which wolves get to tear at the faces he has some attachment to.
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She raises good points. Points Will dismisses because he believes he knows better. And because he knows that he can behave just as poorly when he feels like it, if not worse.]
Okay. [Quiet, nearly defeated. Nearly.] But he's still mine. He's the only one left. It's just us, April, I'm not gonna throw him to the wolves. I can't.
[I am your only connection to Baltimore now. Your only connection to her. You are still that man, Will. Still the man who picks and chooses which wolves get to tear at the faces he has some attachment to.
Heavy is the self-imposed crown, and all.]