[ Will tilted his head at the supplies, weighed his options and looked down at the cut again. ]
I've had worse. [ He said quietly. ] Save those for someone who isn't used to getting knifed.
[ He stared at House for a moment longer, eyes squinting as if he wasn't quite sure what to think of the man's presence. After a moment, he took a step back through the doorway, hesitated as if he should say something but then look lost as to what.
He hadn't felt this disassociated since the time he had been sick, though he didn't have the headaches or the fevered chills that had come with the encephalitis. He'd just been on his own for so long, and his only clear memories of home were images of the unthinkable. He looked at his hand, watched the blood well -already thickening to congeal- only Will saw his arms soaked in the stuff as Hannibal bled out.
Giving House another bemused look, Will began to walk back out to the living room. The good news, at least, was he headed for his pack to put the knife away. ]
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I've had worse. [ He said quietly. ] Save those for someone who isn't used to getting knifed.
[ He stared at House for a moment longer, eyes squinting as if he wasn't quite sure what to think of the man's presence. After a moment, he took a step back through the doorway, hesitated as if he should say something but then look lost as to what.
He hadn't felt this disassociated since the time he had been sick, though he didn't have the headaches or the fevered chills that had come with the encephalitis. He'd just been on his own for so long, and his only clear memories of home were images of the unthinkable. He looked at his hand, watched the blood well -already thickening to congeal- only Will saw his arms soaked in the stuff as Hannibal bled out.
Giving House another bemused look, Will began to walk back out to the living room. The good news, at least, was he headed for his pack to put the knife away. ]