[It takes him roughly (ruffly?) an hour, not that he lingers in the shower or takes forever to shave, no, no. He wasn't prepared for this. He hadn't even considered Barty would come back. He hadn't wanted to deal with a particular roommate on the issue longer than he had to, either. More time to collect himself mentally than to collect himself physically. That's easy. He's grateful for Asgard's magic because he knows full well that back home? He'd be dead or laying in a hospital for quite some. Vulnerable. At the mercy of machine and man alike. Not a good feeling after everything he'd been through, vulnerability.
He's as nice as he gets when he's not resuming his therapy, hair tousled and dry only thanks to the heat outside. Jeans, a plaid shirt that's made thicker than it needs to be but sits just right over a stomach that he wants to stay hidden, what does Will care if he's a little heated under the collar? He's always run hot. Right now, he's trying to keep that broiling to the outside. Choosing somewhere shadier gives his own shadow length, lets that small, feathered stag have more room to grow. It's not so suspicious, is it? Hel's chosen need shade. They're already suspicious enough as it is, so what if they're toying with shadows in the park?
That he purposefully went out of his way to come up from behind Barty as opposed to meeting him face-to-face doesn't need to be commented on. They both know it wasn't an accident. It's not done to spook; in fact, it's more consideration than anything else. If anyone wanted to follow him, it would be easier to spot him (sans shadow, with shadow) walking across a long stretch of park and, well, there's Barty Crouch Junior, that's what he looks like.]
Here's your shit. [He's not pleased with this at all, but there's nothing he can do about it, is there? Nothing but deposit (not angrily drop or throw like might be suited to a fit) the bag of "looted" goods on the bench next to Barty before sitting on the far end of it, a little slower than usual. Calculated. Careful, and not because he's worried Barty's going to try anything. Physical, not mental (mostly).] Where are you going to stay now?
[He's not asking to keep tabs or to share. He's asking because, despite it all, he's a bit worried (not that it shows) about what might happen if Barty ends up on the streets.]
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He's as nice as he gets when he's not resuming his therapy, hair tousled and dry only thanks to the heat outside. Jeans, a plaid shirt that's made thicker than it needs to be but sits just right over a stomach that he wants to stay hidden, what does Will care if he's a little heated under the collar? He's always run hot. Right now, he's trying to keep that broiling to the outside. Choosing somewhere shadier gives his own shadow length, lets that small, feathered stag have more room to grow. It's not so suspicious, is it? Hel's chosen need shade. They're already suspicious enough as it is, so what if they're toying with shadows in the park?
That he purposefully went out of his way to come up from behind Barty as opposed to meeting him face-to-face doesn't need to be commented on. They both know it wasn't an accident. It's not done to spook; in fact, it's more consideration than anything else. If anyone wanted to follow him, it would be easier to spot him (sans shadow, with shadow) walking across a long stretch of park and, well, there's Barty Crouch Junior, that's what he looks like.]
Here's your shit. [He's not pleased with this at all, but there's nothing he can do about it, is there? Nothing but deposit (not angrily drop or throw like might be suited to a fit) the bag of "looted" goods on the bench next to Barty before sitting on the far end of it, a little slower than usual. Calculated. Careful, and not because he's worried Barty's going to try anything. Physical, not mental (mostly).] Where are you going to stay now?
[He's not asking to keep tabs or to share. He's asking because, despite it all, he's a bit worried (not that it shows) about what might happen if Barty ends up on the streets.]