[ He is home, as a matter of fact. He'd heard Will come in despite the methodical sound of his feet falling heavy on the treadmill in his bedroom, slowed the thing to a stop and took a minute or two to towel the sweat off his face before venturing out toward the general public. He's sweaty, there's no doubt. Clean through his chest and beneath his underarms, drenched in a way that can only mean he's been going at it hard for a while. It takes a hell of a lot to make him sweat with the serum back in action.
He's been outrunning his head. Or, rather, trying to.
When he ambles in, it's with that towel still thrown over one broad shoulder and palms sliding over the damp strands of hair that have come loose from a ponytail at the back of his neck. He pauses mid-step when he spots Will, eyes flickering over him, eyebrow arching up a little.
Something looks different. He can't tell what, it just... does. ]
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He's been outrunning his head. Or, rather, trying to.
When he ambles in, it's with that towel still thrown over one broad shoulder and palms sliding over the damp strands of hair that have come loose from a ponytail at the back of his neck. He pauses mid-step when he spots Will, eyes flickering over him, eyebrow arching up a little.
Something looks different. He can't tell what, it just... does. ]
Hey.