[ The fact is, though, it is a confession. One he's trying to rationalize so he can keep ignoring it later, so it may sound weak, but... it's not just a god trick. Not for him. He listens to Will's almost warily, like a skittish creature trying to keep from being trapped except he wants to be. He wants Will to be telling the truth, not only influenced by Love. Something in his eyes is raw and imploring, needing to be sure.

Will reaching up and brushing his hair back reminds him of that brief time where Will didn't seem uncomfortable with contact -- that flicker of what could be before he regressed but Pell had still loved him. Had loved him before that and still loved him now. He doesn't know how he feels about an event bringing it out, wonders if they ever would have said anything without it, but... this is what's happening now.

He breathes out, one hand lifting to press against Will's chest and feel his heart beating. ]

I could, you know. If I wanted I could tear you apart, but I think you could do the same to me. Sometimes that's just the risk you take.

[ It's part of why this kind of thing is always so frightening, he thinks. ]

It's not just you. I've felt that too, for a long time, but we had... and I didn't think you did. Are you sure, Will?