[Wilhelm is the opposite. Every emotion cuts him deeply and leaves scars. He loves so much it aches. His anger burns him down; his sadness swallows him whole. His guilt is a cross he keeps dragging around. At the sound of his name, he looks up.]
Yeah?
[His arms wrap around his middle, as if to close up all this raw vulnerability.]
no subject
Yeah?
[His arms wrap around his middle, as if to close up all this raw vulnerability.]