Will slammed the door behind him, leaving Dearne on the floor before he did something completely stupid. He couldn’t believe he had said that aloud. He stood by the table, by the ruined paper, and gripped the back of the chair as he tried to control his breathing and the urge to go for another very, very long walk. He closed his eyes, breathed in and out for a few moments, and then pulled himself back together. All had gone quiet, so Will took the empty bowl, filled it and tossed in a spoon. He hesitated for a moment, hand on the doorknob, and then went back into the room.
Dearne had collapsed onto the floor and now appeared to be either unconscious again, or asleep, still naked. Well, that made things easier. Will put the bowl on the bedside and went to see if he could get him back into
