Will watched the tension in the boy. After the hard sight, he gave the boy's back a light pat. But once the boy had shifted further away, it wasn't difficult to infer that the boy did not favor it. He gulped, he had possibly set off the boy's aggressive relations to the hand beats against the body. Now as he proceeded to rub instead, the boy had grown positive and trusting of him again.
"May I take your order, mister?" a waitress responded to the large quantity of time he'd spent sitting silently.
It so happened that she startled the boy, fortunately least enough for him to remain settled. Will was relieved well and grand, until a broomstick appeared to be in her possession. He cleverly and very quickly decided he would distract the boy, knocking the pepper shaker down to noisily meet the hard table. The boy would not be able to discover that broomstick, ever, for it would peel the scabs from his wounds and return him to a bleeding state.
Will replied to the waitress, and won the two some spare time to view the menu. As the waitress wandered off to another duty, he introduced the menu to the boy, only to be inquired of "What's that? Can I get that, and that?" Sure, it may have been a slight bother, although it was more magical to have the sight of his eager and amusement than his tears.
Once ordering, he recognized satisfaction and solace grow onto the boy whilst the demons began to evanesce.
Will realized he possessed infallibility. He had achieved at this boy's darkest hour, persistent and bold. The boy seemed to very much enjoy this conclusion and Will had not failed him for a moment which was the sign that he'd been flawless, especially during the coldness with no allies and just instinct.
He must now, in the moment, make the food credible to the boy. The boy would definitely shun it if it were possibly to contain danger or involve harm - of which Will inferred from his behavior. Though hesitant on the possibility that it may not have been effective or correct, he soon came to bribing the boy into eating the food.
"I'm not so sure about that..." The boy kept his guard and supported it. "But might I ask, what will I get?" It was obvious that Will's strategy had been working, with the boy questioning the consequences even.
Will didn't pause, only answering, "We'll see, dig in." For a risk, it was pretty clever and was highly convincing to the boy. Will had succeeded yet again, he realized, once he found the boy nibbling at his plate and almost immediately gulping overly.
Maybe it wasn't the bribe, but utter hunger? Sheer starvation and exhaustion working the boy to devour the delicious and miraculous refection?
To ease and settle the boy a bit, he placed a hand on the smaller shoulder beside him. This was probably to be the boy's best moment to ever live, seeming as so due to the diagnosed suffering. To compensate, Will resumed rubbing as earlier.