[ william curls his arm around thomas, chin nudging into place and it's —it's not at all the sort of thing that thomas is inclined to in public, generally, and exactly the kind of thing his heart needs right now.
(he tries not to think about all those he has lost, about going on when damn near his entire generation of wizards lost their lives or otherwise gave up after operation spatchcock. he tries, and then he worries that if he forgets, who will remember them? so he does think about them after all, so he's carved their names into the wall of their own school.
there's no one left but him to see them there. well, peter now. it's something. it's the future.)
he sighs a little, letting himself lean into william's steadiness, the concern and comfort and warmth there.
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Date: 2021-01-30 05:19 pm (UTC)(he tries not to think about all those he has lost, about going on when damn near his entire generation of wizards lost their lives or otherwise gave up after operation spatchcock. he tries, and then he worries that if he forgets, who will remember them? so he does think about them after all, so he's carved their names into the wall of their own school.
there's no one left but him to see them there. well, peter now. it's something. it's the future.)
he sighs a little, letting himself lean into william's steadiness, the concern and comfort and warmth there.
eventually: ]
Thank you.