[The question gets a barely audible exhale, half a gasp, half a laugh, and Will gestures short and quick at the general surroundings. Everything. Everything's wrong, see? The movement has the sleeve of his jumpsuit falling back, and he can see on himself, for the first time, the marks left from the clothesline back home, red and bright around his wrists.
Funny. He can't remember that. He must've been tied up, must've had to have been, for his own safety. He doesn't have the hospital gown he arrived in, but the bruises are still there.
Will drops his hand, tucks in on himself again and runs his fingers through his hair once. Twice. Trying to focus on the simple gesture to calm himself.]
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Funny. He can't remember that. He must've been tied up, must've had to have been, for his own safety. He doesn't have the hospital gown he arrived in, but the bruises are still there.
Will drops his hand, tucks in on himself again and runs his fingers through his hair once. Twice. Trying to focus on the simple gesture to calm himself.]