[A tilt of the head, lift of an eyebrow, twitch of his lips — the sort of you know what I meant gesture reserved for friends and closer, born from a desire to rib back instead of actually jab, to land any real wound. But that changes at one word, and Will's focus narrows. Shifts from his more personal, cutting woes to...]
Detained.
[It lingers in the air between them, thick and overcooked. Like being served meat with charred edges, uncertain if it's meant to be consumed or cut off, or if it's just an insult. He knows what it is. Recognizes the truth of it. But why? For what reason? What does he do with this?]
Were you abducted? [His eyes narrow further; his voice sounds like he wanted to ask something blunter, potentially ruder, were you fucking abducted watered down but still present.] Again?
no subject
Detained.
[It lingers in the air between them, thick and overcooked. Like being served meat with charred edges, uncertain if it's meant to be consumed or cut off, or if it's just an insult. He knows what it is. Recognizes the truth of it. But why? For what reason? What does he do with this?]
Were you abducted? [His eyes narrow further; his voice sounds like he wanted to ask something blunter, potentially ruder, were you fucking abducted watered down but still present.] Again?
[why does this keep happening to them]