[Kell wouldn't have admitted, even under torture, but the fact the Wilhelm doesn't pull his hand a way for a long while is as much reassurance for him, as it must be for Wilhelm. There's the undercurrent of worry at the very edge of his mind, that he's going to lose him the moment he lets go. If he lets go, and turn back to see, Wilhelm won't be there. A faint echo of the terror he felt when they pushed through the damp darkness after pushing through the webbing on their way out of the cave. Even fainter of the one he felt whenever Wilhelm wandered somewhere in his sleep, way back in the cave. And Kell had first to squash the panic that any of the monsters that stalked the cave had got to him. Before he could go out to look for him.
Kell is more than happy to explain the magic behind the trick to Wilhelm. He'd show him how it works exactly once they got their cake and found a place to sit with it.]
The peach one. Do you know it's the only fruit that looks like a butt?
[If his grin is a little forced, that's because Kell does force it. For Wille, and for himself. Juvenile, even childish, he knows that. Still, a better coping mechanism than drinking himself into an unconscious stupor. And there are only so many training dummies he can destroy before someone comes to complain.]
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Kell is more than happy to explain the magic behind the trick to Wilhelm. He'd show him how it works exactly once they got their cake and found a place to sit with it.]
The peach one. Do you know it's the only fruit that looks like a butt?
[If his grin is a little forced, that's because Kell does force it. For Wille, and for himself. Juvenile, even childish, he knows that. Still, a better coping mechanism than drinking himself into an unconscious stupor. And there are only so many training dummies he can destroy before someone comes to complain.]