Re: Will./James/Pearl
It always seemed to end like this. Will standing in a hallway miles apart from James, who had run after him to apologise and generally... be sweet or conceding that things were fucked up. Will hated being vanilla. He wanted to play but... there was no way he could do it without feeling so damn wrong.
"You've made me weak," he said softly, head down but eyes up searching James like a scanning machine. "I'm not sure I like it."