Re: August, 2014
From the moment they entered the lounge, Will had felt as though he and Brian would be touching... this just hadn’t been the way he’d envisioned it. Britannic knelt before him, his powerful hands shook against Will's sides and Brian’s breath had warmed a spot on Omen's stomach. His first thoughts were that Brian’s workaholic behavior had affected him worse than he’d thought, even the hint of alcohol on the blond man’s breath didn’t change Omen’s opinion. Clearly, everyone was asking too much of the British doctor and Will silently cursed the school around him. "I... you don’t have to apologize, Brian." Will started and allowed his arms to drape over Brian’s wide shoulders. "Can we, sit?" He asked, and then realized he didn’t care. He tossed his instrument toward the couch so his hands could hold either side of Brian’s head. "I want you too, Brian." Omen admitted with a small chuckle, "that’s why I was so scared when you told me to leave your office. But I know now that something is wrong, and I’m going to help you fix it. You mean too much to me to see you like this."