[He doesn't watch. He doesn't need to watch. He knows exactly what Barty will find in that bag, every little thing Will grabbed up when he sniffed his place out, mundane or weapon. In that bag, at the bottom, he'll find a small, paper bag. A sandwich, some nuts, as large an apple as he could find, and a few wrapped chocolates—none of those were in Barty's things, and they both know that much. It's as much as he can really do at the moment, things being what they are and the time limit he had.
People aren't strays. They still get hungry, that's all.]
In the Welcome Halls? [He's looking out as if something going on in the park is anywhere near as interesting as what's going on right now. That little stag of his seems to have started growing a mind of his own, craning his neck up to sniff in the direction of the bag as Barty takes to it. Will doesn't even notice or appear to be putting much focus into his shadow.] Don't have anyone else you might could pull a favor from? My place is full.
[And even if it wasn't, Will couldn't reasonably let Barty live there without telling the others who he was and what he'd done. Will had no fear of him, but that didn't speak to much when Will apparently had so little fear he had been perfectly comfortable being seen in the same bed as Satan and his frothing, beautiful hellhound whenever a nurse stopped by to see if he was hungry.
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People aren't strays. They still get hungry, that's all.]
In the Welcome Halls? [He's looking out as if something going on in the park is anywhere near as interesting as what's going on right now. That little stag of his seems to have started growing a mind of his own, craning his neck up to sniff in the direction of the bag as Barty takes to it. Will doesn't even notice or appear to be putting much focus into his shadow.] Don't have anyone else you might could pull a favor from? My place is full.
[And even if it wasn't, Will couldn't reasonably let Barty live there without telling the others who he was and what he'd done. Will had no fear of him, but that didn't speak to much when Will apparently had so little fear he had been perfectly comfortable being seen in the same bed as Satan and his frothing, beautiful hellhound whenever a nurse stopped by to see if he was hungry.
Pull a favor from. Satan?]