+becomiiing
⁽ ᵂᶤˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰ ᶤᶰʲᵘʳᵉᵈ ᴹᵃʳᵍᵒᵗˑ ⁾
he is quiet. the entire time he tends to her wounds, will’s mouth remains shut, pressed tight into a hard line. his expression accurately conveys the rage he feels bubbling low in his belly. margot and graham are not quite friends, but he feels the need to keep her safe. guard her from the garbage can that is the older twin. when he finishes, he sits back on his heels and watches her.
still, he doesn’t say a word.
"...You don't have to do that."
Ordinarily, she'd be sitting in Dr. Walczak's office right now: watching the clock while he brandished the needle and sewed her back together. But Dr. Walczak is indisposed; the hour is late; the emergency room is not her favourite place. This is the next best thing.
Margot winces as she shifts on the couch; presses damp palms against her knees.
"---Be angry, I mean."
