Her hand was in his again, and with that small contact, Will felt some semblance of balance return to him.
He knew the magnitude of what she was offering. Clio hadn't so much as set foot outside since Lucifer had attacked her. Even that much frightened her. Not even Michael could say whether the Devil would come after them again, but if he was watching, it would only take a moment outside the wards—
Nothing terrified Clio more than Lucifer. She was willing to brave that fear, for him. For the sake of his... idiot neuroses.
Will gave her hand a tight squeeze. "If you're ready," he said slowly. "That is... if you want to. But I, I'm thinking, if you're up to some visitors... I mean, half of 'em'll prolly come charging in when I tell 'em." Which was a large part of the reason he'd said nothing. He looked distinctly shamefaced. "Should've just said summat when it happened."