Moments later, Will was spooning water into him, murmuring to him, and he was surprised to see his hand was not quite steady. In the moonlight Dearne’s hair looked as dark as blood and his skin pale. No expression, just that immovable sleep which rendered his features a youthful blank.
Once he had fed him the water, Will sat with Dearne in his arms and resisted the urge to press his cheek against head again. The thought Dearne might have been aware of his earlier caress struck him with some force and his heart thudded in his chest. 3