[ will comes back into his body very much the way harry does - trembling, sore, worn. he pulls free and rolls over onto his back on the bed, breathing heavily. he's quiet for a long, long moment before he reaches to touch harry's hair, fingers sliding into the curls at the back of his head. ]
It was.
[ he can still taste harry's blood on his tongue, it's messily smeared over his mouth and chin. he should take time to wipe it free, but he doesn't. ]
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It was.
[ he can still taste harry's blood on his tongue, it's messily smeared over his mouth and chin. he should take time to wipe it free, but he doesn't. ]
How do you feel?