[Will tenses a little when he's pulled forward, instinctively, like he's expecting Majima to -- hurt him somehow. That's a whole other issue to discuss, but right now he's slowly relaxing into the hug, burying his face into Majima's shoulder and lifting both hands up to grab onto the man's shirt as tightly as he can.
He's still trembling, curled up in a tiny ball of misery.]
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He's still trembling, curled up in a tiny ball of misery.]