[He's grateful for how willing Will is to sink into his arms, to let him hold the younger man as though he can protect him from a ghost he'll never meet. Nors had always let his displeasure be known, not through actions or words but through the sharp, biting chill that seeped into the bones of those around him when things didn't go his way. Especially when his rebellions son was.... well... being rebellious.
For a moment he merely holds Will, clinging to him almost. Then he leans back slightly, bumping his nose lightly against Will's. Not a kiss but an affectionate nuzzle.]
I'm sorry, I've already laid too many burdens upon you, you don't need all of this as well.
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For a moment he merely holds Will, clinging to him almost. Then he leans back slightly, bumping his nose lightly against Will's. Not a kiss but an affectionate nuzzle.]
I'm sorry, I've already laid too many burdens upon you, you don't need all of this as well.