"Thank you," Will says quietly, shifting to accept the nuzzling happily. They've gotten used to this, moving with each other and finding comfort as they can. "Do you realize that I very rarely suffer here, though? Things can be physically painful, but it's not...when you're all right, it doesn't matter."

He rests his cheek against Malcolm's head as he thinks it over. "Remember when I told you I didn't get scared anymore? I've realized I do. It's just...not for myself. I do for you, occasionally. Worried that we'll be pulled apart somehow. But I'm not worried for myself anymore."