What Syn said made sense. It was natural to have cracks in whatever mask they had drawn up over the years. The older you were, the deeper the cracks became. Things filtered through and now Will's was finally broken. With his eyes puffed and swollen the angel took a deep breath then looked to Syn.
"It helps." Will nodded and a few moments after he'd reached across and tugged Syn towards him, wanting to appreciate the full effect of a deep cuddle. Ikon had sort of helped last night but it wasn't like Syn.. Syn emoted so much. He felt so much and now... burying his face in his hair he breathed him in. He smelt of sin. Fitting. "Make me fall for you," he mumbled, nuzzling him. "I'm already halfway there. Then we can fuck this city and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting."