[Wilhelm is exhausted, in his brain and in his bones. He starving and filthy and sore. Nevertheless, he has just enough energy to be a little shit. Still holding the cloak around himself, and functionally armless because of it, he bumps his shoulder into Lucifer's.]
What, do you want me to hug you again?
[Because that was his way of saying thank you. It's funny, how before he was taken, they were just starting to figure each other out again after months of barren silence. Now, that distance has collapsed, because there just isn't any room for it anymore.]
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What, do you want me to hug you again?
[Because that was his way of saying thank you. It's funny, how before he was taken, they were just starting to figure each other out again after months of barren silence. Now, that distance has collapsed, because there just isn't any room for it anymore.]