Clio wasn't going to describe it out loud either, but she wanted Much to know. Not for her benefit, but for Will's. Will didn't talk about the things he'd been through, and he had been forced to sit still and watch while the woman he loved was tortured and assaulted.
"His hand was here," Clio whispered, laying her hand on her hip. "Really hot. And he did this-" she moved her hand upwards, clearly indicating where it had been headed. "And then Michael stopped him. Much," Clio put the damn cookie down and she reached for his hand. "Will couldn't move. And you know him, you know he doesn't talk about things. I just- I want to make sure he's okay."