The rumours were true. Will had lost it, big time, and Dalyn had come to the rescue. At least he hadn't been tranquilized like an animal, Dalyn had managed to see to it that he was escorted without that particular humiliation. Since then Will had been mostly in his room. The wheels were in motion to redecorate his room and he had even been allowed a book to pass the time. Thankfully not the Bible.
He hadn't been expecting visitors. Dalyn came around sometimes but generally it was quiet. The voice at the door didn't startle him. In fact when Will saw who it was he was quite pleasantly surprised.
"Hey there, Freckles," was the prompt response, a smile forming on his lips. He seemed serene, a little less on edge as he usually was or even as angry. James may have noted the addition of black liner around his eyes, framing those smokey blues. It was subtle but worked. His lips also seemed a little bit - glossier. "You stalking me now?"