[Sleep, what's a sleep? Sounds fake. Will hasn't slept more than half an hour at a time since showing up at this place, and all of that has been with Mike within reaching distance. So when his friend had finally dozed off, exhausted himself, Will had taken to perching on the chair in his room (dining room, which is weird) and staring off into the middle distance, trying not to think too hard.
The appearance of the man makes him shrink down in his seat, trying to disappear into the blanket he has wrapped around himself. No small children here, go away.]
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The appearance of the man makes him shrink down in his seat, trying to disappear into the blanket he has wrapped around himself. No small children here, go away.]