As soon as they walked out of the room Will sighed, leaning into Dalyn like he was a pillar of support but he was only short. It was a relief. He was slipping between feeling angry angel and feeling foolish, stupid. In his rational mind God wasn't real. But he wasn't in an asylum because he was using this part of himself.
"So... If you wear make up God loses interest in you?" He asked, interested. He was still shaking and could go at any minute but Dalyn was a safer choice than someone will didn't know.