[ Pell blinked at the sharp inhalation Will made, glancing up at him to see a flush on his face -- it had been quite some time since that happened as well, but it doesn't seem as much a step backwards as the awkwardness for some reason. More just... a reaction. Hm. Pell himself doesn't feel terribly different for the contact, except for the reluctance letting go. But Will is already heading to the living room, so he goes to pull down glasses. ]

I do have some sheh that needs finishing now that the bottle's been opened. I'll bring it.

[ He retrieves that bottle from the fridge and fills a glass with water, leaving the other one empty as he carries it all over to the coffee table and sits near Will -- not too close, hopefully, just where he normally would. Right? He's not sitting closer all of a sudden it's just that Will's presence feels... more intense somehow. It must be the mark, he tells himself, but he's not so sure it isn't just amplifying what's already been there for ages. It's uncertain whether or not that's the case for Will. ]

I know you didn't. I woke up with one, too. [ And slowly, almost reluctantly like he's admitting that this is the gods doing despite his being confused as to whether that's all of it, Pell pushes his sleeve up to reveal Will's name on his wrist, in matching script. ] Do you feel different?