[That's the thing about trauma. Your brain gets stuck in a time and place you should have left behind, and sometimes it tricks the rest of you into thinking you're still there too. Wilhelm is wary of shadows, suspicious of the hedges in the gardens. He eats like he might not get another chance soon.
The brightness of the day helps keep the shadows in his head at bay. Kell's hand — which he doesn't bother to pull away from, long after what would be considered normal — makes him feel safe. As they walk, he asks questions about Kell's magic and fills quiet gaps with idle comments. He doesn't say a word about the roundabout route they take. When they arrive at the bakery, he pauses to glance at the display in the little window jutting out into the street, before pushing through the door.]
What are you getting?
[He's taken his hand back by now, but he hovers by Kell's side.]
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The brightness of the day helps keep the shadows in his head at bay. Kell's hand — which he doesn't bother to pull away from, long after what would be considered normal — makes him feel safe. As they walk, he asks questions about Kell's magic and fills quiet gaps with idle comments. He doesn't say a word about the roundabout route they take. When they arrive at the bakery, he pauses to glance at the display in the little window jutting out into the street, before pushing through the door.]
What are you getting?
[He's taken his hand back by now, but he hovers by Kell's side.]