This time, Will's back protested rather painfully when he lifted her. Fuck it. He'd pay the price tomorrow, it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting Clio safe inside, getting her healed.
Michael had the door open by the time Will reached the top of the stoop, and he took her straight through to the living room, setting her down carefully as he could on the sofa. When he was done, he sat behind her, so she could her rest her weight against him. He smoothed her hair back from her face, his touch gentle. "Get you anything, love? Or would you rather I just sit?"
(Just sit, the words echoed back from the dark pit of his guilt. Just sit, like you did when the Devil manhandled her and you didn't lift a finger to stop him.)