"Thanks." William couldn't help smiling, even half-frozen, blood-spattered and so far beyond exhausted he couldn't even remember it. Gabe looked equally like shit, and William didn't want anything more than to find a quiet spot, curl in against him and sleep for a week.
He debated telling Gabe about the current state of his workroom and decided against it. Maybe Gabe just wouldn't notice. He couldn't definitively prove it was William, anyway. Hopefully.
"For the record," William added, squeezing Gabe's hand and managing an eyeroll, "'a sneeze-worth of stardust' is still not in any way a helpful instruction."