[He's easily led, tragic almost. Like he's afraid if they stop touching, April will vanish into thin air. Every place she looks gets a momentary shake of his head because no, there is nothing to be found. Unless April has her own, unshared, alcoholic hiding spot, Will went through everything in his misery. Everything. His breath, most likely, reflects it. But she'll notice there's a box on the table, one that Will probably meant to put away but was too busy being exited about her return to think on. It's unopened and has a card on top with nothing but her name—Will's so far gone that he doesn't think to mention it, even.]
We can find more alcohol. [Just...not now. April isn't allowed to leave again so soon and Will is in no condition to wander down to the nearest convenience store.] And find a way to change you being sad.
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Date: 2015-04-04 03:28 am (UTC)We can find more alcohol. [Just...not now. April isn't allowed to leave again so soon and Will is in no condition to wander down to the nearest convenience store.] And find a way to change you being sad.
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