[ Will's mind began to race. Pell's words, his confession as small as it was, sent Will's thoughts into an upward spiral that threatened to explode out of the top of his skull.

Everything was starting to make sense, despite how confusing it all was. 'I don't like wondering how much is me and how much is the Gods.' 'So maybe... it's mostly just me.' - Those two sentences expanded, swollen and bloated in his head like they were glaringly obvious to see yet Will struggled to understand them. Was it his own internal way of protecting Pell? Not wanting to admit they had a deeper connection that surface appearances would have you believe?

Will turned his head, watching Pell trace his finger across the sensitive skin of his wrist. The slight touch was a thrill and Will was sure he could see and feel mini fireworks taking flight and exploding in his veins - though, he'd always had an overactive imagination. ]

Then... don't fight it? We rarely get gifted moments like this. I eh... 've wondered myself. Wondered if eh, if it's always been there, this pulling like a knot in my gut that you're tugging at... Afraid that if I stop fighting you'll rip me open and bare... Either covered in blood and pain or... Or...

[ Will's breath hitched as he gasped for breath, going off on tangents like this often made it hard to catch his breath. He shook his head, let an awkward laugh escape his lips as he reached up to tuck a strand of Pell's hair behind an ear. ]

I guess what I'm trying to say is... Is I've felt this for a while now. Electricity in the atmosphere between us.

[ His voice was hushed, whispered even as he let his own confession, as strange as it was, slip out. ]