They’d never see each other again. Guns at sea. A battle. Lord Cary arriving to speak to Will privately, and a hand on Will’s shoulder as Will sank to the sofa.
Jason had cried. He wasn’t ashamed of it. It hurt, and it was real, and he loved Stephen and loved Will, and it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair even if it was true—
He’d known it’d be powerful. This film, this story. Emotions that’d reach in and scoop out audience hearts and leave them sobbing, feeling, caring.
All at once he discovered an irrational hate for that ending. He, as Stephen but also as Jason, did not want either of them to die.
Right now he could stay at Will’s side. Soup, blankets, medicines, tender care, reading aloud under candlelight. And Will wouldn’t die.
And Colby—
What about Colby?
Colby wasn’t dying. Colby
