Will lay in his bed. It was well after midnight. He had spent the entire day and the evening pondering Dearne’s unexpected declaration and had come to the conclusion it was because of his memory. It was the only explanation which really made sense. Without that solid foundation, Dearne was struggling to work out who he was, what had happened, and Will was the one thing he could count on and rely on. The thought calmed him. He knew there had to be a rational, reasonable explanation for his outburst. He settled his head more comfortably on the pillow. Realising this made him feel less like running. It surprised him Dearne had noticed was what he did given the fact it was only when Dearne had pointed it out to him he realised it was true. Every time they had been physically close he had neede
