he probably shouldn’t have been SITTING ALONE in the bedroom, neither should he
have let HIMSELF IN —– but being around will’s things makes him feel like things could
be NORMAL AGAIN, like he’s going to be OKAY. the loud, cursed EMPHASIS of his
voice B O O M S through deep thought, causing his body to JOLT in shock.
it slips his lips before he can STOP IT, and he’ll quickly stand, flipping briskly
to face him.
❛ i’m sorry ! i was just … i had to THINK —- y’know .. ❜
He’d merely been returning Will’s notebook and crayons to his room, the ones
that had been left out on the kitchen table. While his little brother was off with their
mom, he hadn’t expected the shadow of a figure to be in the supposed to be
unoccupied room.
A shake of the head once the two boys had settled from their surprise encounter.
“No, I, uh...” he moved to set the art supplies on his brother’s nightstand.
“I-I get it,” he’d done the same thing, last year, when Will had first gone missing,
and then even, when they thought him... dead.