[Got it in one, Majima. Will looks upwards for a moment more, warring with himself. He wants to cry, he wants to let it all out, but he doesn't want anyone to SEE.
So he solves that by inching closer, bit by bit, until he can lean his forehead against Majima's chest, bowing over on himself, curling up tight and safe against the man's side. The faint hitch of his shoulders and the quick sudden breaths are the only visible sign that he is, in fact, crying.]
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So he solves that by inching closer, bit by bit, until he can lean his forehead against Majima's chest, bowing over on himself, curling up tight and safe against the man's side. The faint hitch of his shoulders and the quick sudden breaths are the only visible sign that he is, in fact, crying.]