Will blinked wildly, his eyes scanning the two forms in front of him. Magnus was still on the ground, her sobs racking through her entire body, her knees spread out barely holding her body up. The gun was on the floor, her hands wrapped around her midsection and her hair falling over her face. Her crying was the only sound in the room, everything else was silent.
He leaned down and brushed his fingers over her back and she leaned into him immediately, burying her nose into his shoulder. Will started making soothing sounds and rubbing his hand in circles over her bruised and broken bones. At that moment, he was sure she wouldn't care. She just needed the human contact.
The muscles in his legs were starting to hurt from squatting when he finally looked over at Declan. The man was leaned against the heavy wooden door to her room, his hands covering his face and his body was unnaturally still. "What's wrong with her?" His voice was so quiet against the onslaught of Magnus that Will almost deliberately ignored him to only focus on the woman.
"Nothing of your concern."
"Like 'ell it's none of my concern! She nearly shot my 'ead off, that's what." The man was furious, his hands removed and wildly gesturing around, but his body remained still.
"It's nothing that I haven't seen before with her and nothing that she isn't working to resolve."
"She can't be on active mission, Will. Do you know what that might do?"
"Yeah, I do, which is why she hasn't been on any in a good amount of time. Really Declan, I need to work her through this right now. Are you good to stand?"
"She missed me by a millimeter, she did." But he slowly began to rise, using the leverage from the palms of his hands on his thighs to propel him upwards. "Come find me when you get a chance and make sure it's before you leave."
"Absolutely," Will would need to make sure that Declan was fine after almost being shot by his boss and that none of this leaked out to the network or other liaisons that they worked with on a regular basis. He watched the UK Head of House leave the room in silence before he looked down at the woman still shivering and shuddering in his arms.
"I missed, I missed him right?" She was mumbling into his shirt, "Please tell me I missed him. I tried to miss him, but I—"
"Yes, Magnus, you missed him. Declan is fine, he's not hurt at all." She nodded into him then. "Magnus, I need you to calm down and breathe deeply." She started coughing when she tried to listen to him. Instead of her body racking because of the sobs, her chest and shoulders were convulsing with the coughing. As soon as he got her to sit up straight and she was breathing normally, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and she turned her cheeks to the ground.
"Dear lord, Will. I'm so sorry." She swiped her fingers under her eyes to remove the tears that were still falling and to erase any trace of mascara that might have trailed down.
"Don't be," he sat back to give her room, but remained close enough that if she needed him he wouldn't be far. "I think you needed that."
"Maybe, but it is utterly embarrassing, and in front of Declan too?"
"What did you mean by you tried to miss him?"
"I—I realized that it wasn't John, but I thought that it was too late. I couldn't… I couldn't take my finger off the trigger, though; it still could have been him. I don't know what I would have done had I injured Declan. He is one of the closest friends I have left."
"You didn't hurt him, Magnus. You controlled the hallucination and you need to remember that. It is very important to remember that you broke through the hold it had on you."
She looked at him then, her eyes weary, her skin pale but flushed from the emotions raging through her. She couldn't stay here any longer. At least home was safe; at home she had no weapons at her immediate grasp; at home she could sob and no one would care; at home she could hide away for days and no one would dare to bother her. "William," she was softly pleading with him, ignoring his last statement and moving beyond his words, "Take me home."