[The moment Thomas' breathing evens out, William goes into a bit of a scramble, as quietly as possible. He gets off his shoes, crosses his legs on the chair, makes sure no glasses of water or bottles of pills are anywhere they might get knocked over if someone should suddenly start flailing and manfully crying yelling.
And then it's William's turn to close his eyes.
Sink into the metaphorical black water, on a slow exhale, drifting out of himself and into the unknowable stuff of Thomas' mind. It is a Hell of a moment and he is determined, frankly, not to fuck it up; the kid is as brave as any he's ever met.]
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cryingyelling.And then it's William's turn to close his eyes.
Sink into the metaphorical black water, on a slow exhale, drifting out of himself and into the unknowable stuff of Thomas' mind. It is a Hell of a moment and he is determined, frankly, not to fuck it up; the kid is as brave as any he's ever met.]