Re: August, 2014 "...to see you like this." Brian nearly cringed. Was he so pathetic? Probably. He certain felt it. But for Will to realize it, well... that had been part of the risk in opening up to the precog. Will's hands felt so warm and comfortable, Brian could've knelt there for an eternity holding each other, just as they were. There was a light at the end of his dark tunnel though, he saw that now. The crack in the wall, that was letting light pour in, had been Will's laugh - or, more importantly, the words he'd prefaced the laugh with. "I want you too, Brian."
"I do need help; but I didn't to put this burden on you - least of all you. God, William..." The Brit sighed, the depth of his voice echoing in his chest. "I've wanted to tell you. I just, I knew it would spoil things, or you'd end up hurting." He wet his lips, then cautiously let go of Omen's sides and eased back so he was sitting on his calves and feet. He looked for Will to sit as well, sniffled once, politely, then reached out of the other man's hand. "I've been drinking. A lot. A lot." He frowned. "For a while now. And it was okay, because, I didn't have someone to answer to - to be there for, to support. You know, like a partner... But when I started having these feelings toward you; Christ. It got worse. So much worse."