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You fear I am a danger to myself, or to others?

Hardly.

When things are difficult it is often times good to have a friend at your side.

[A friend. He could cry, he really could.]

I should tell you now that it might be a conflict of interest to be around me. One of your patients is involved in my mess.

I'm not your doctor. And while I'm not at liberty to discuss anything my patient says or feels, it doesn't stop me from listening to how you feel, what you say.

I'll give you a few minutes to make yourself decent, then I'll come over.

Twenty at least, please. Half an hour would be better.

I'm not very good with speaking, Will. And I didn't want to burden you with this but I just have no-one else who would even pretend to give a shit.

Thirty minutes.

You don't have to speak. Like I said, we can sit beside one another and read. We can do anything you'd like. It's hardly a burden to spend time with you.

Thank you.

I'm nothing but a burden. That sounds so melodramatic but you don't understand. It's true. I try so hard, I really do, I've tried over and over but I can't get it right. My love is a burden. A trap. Something that makes people's lives worse.

You'll see.

I look forward to proving you wrong. Your friendship and love could not be farther from a burden.

Thirty minutes. I’m always on time.

[ will graham knocks on the adjoining bathroom door at precisely half an hour and doesn’t wait for an answer before opening it. will’s dressed more casually - a plain tshirt and joggers, something harry has probably seen him in while roaming the bathroom or his own room. ]

Harry.

[ and will won’t hesitate to find him. ]

[Harry has been in bed for a full forty-eight hours already following the disastrous revelations of Saltburn's own gossip rag. When he realised Will wasn't going to be deterred, he'd forced himself to get up and brush his teeth, shower, and pull on clean sweatpants before crawling right back into bed.

The curtains are drawn, leaving the room in a hazy darkness that suits him just fine. Harry is just a lump under the covers of his bed.]

Hello, Will.

Hello, Harry.

[ the room looks as he expects it to - dark and gloomy, the air a little stale. it doesn’t deter him.

he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. padding to the bed barefoot he climbs up on it, thinking for a moment he could climb under the covers. instead he sits close, a hand already reaching for harry’s hair, gently sliding through the damp waves. ]

You took a shower. I’m always envious of your cologne. I’ll cone clean - I stole a spray a few days ago.

[ gentle banter - easier to start than to barge in on the sad elephant in the room. ]

That's alright.

[The touch is a greater comfort than he'd care to admit. Harry forces himself to actually look at Will, figuring he deserves that at least. His red rimmed eyes are continually oozing tears.]

Supposedly it's based on an old Victorian recipe, but I'm not sure that's true. Pretty sure they thought you were a nancy boy if you wore scent back then.

[Harry's voice is as gentle as ever, but it's hoarse.]

A nancy boy? Maybe I just associate the smell with you and disagree.

[ he pets his hair slowly, smoothing the damp curls back from harry’s forehead. when he sees the slow leak of tears he sighs, shifting in the bed to lie beside him atop the covers, leaning up on an elbow to press his lips just below the corner of a puffy eye, catching one of the tears. ]

Tell me all about it, if you’d like. If not, then I’ll read aloud to you.

Well. I am, a bit. Hardly rugged.

[Harry closes his eyes and tries not to tremble at this display of kindness.]

I made a fool of myself. What's worse is that it was entirely pointless. I've been dumped.

My ex husband will probably fuck him, now.

[He doesn't sound angry, or even particularly self pitying. He just sounds incredibly sad and resigned.]

What did you bring to read?

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