"Me neither," he sighed, scrubbing another dish as it was the only thing he really had any control over at this moment. "One second I'm here next I'm knee deep in this frozen hellhole, then I'm dragged in to wash their kingly dishes." Will eyed Oliver for a moment, if only so he could try to commit the face to memory in case they ever got separated. "Wonder how long before any of them realize we don't belong here?" His headache was slowly coming back.
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