[ It's good to see Will relaxing a bit, whatever the reason. He's always wound so tight, so awkward around everyone since he came back... Pell tried not to question the changes he's seen his friend go through, tries to tell himself that it's always Will, just from different points, but he also knows that this place is a strain on everyone. That sometimes they're not themselves. So he just answers honestly. ]

I feel... like I needed to be close to you, but I fought it. I don't like wondering how much is me and how much is the gods, though this is much stronger than any of the other names I've had so far made me feel. So maybe... it's mostly just me.

[ He lets his sleeve drop back down and hesitantly, gently, reaches for Will's wrist. As if the raised ink there will feel any different from how Will's name does on his own. ]