"Will," he says, and it's quiet-- relieved and terrified, but quiet.

As soon as Will's close enough, he reels him in and holds on tight. It's just as well that they need to stay quiet, because he can't find any words to translate the dizzy rush of emotion.

Pulling back just enough, he takes in Will's face, the ash in his hair. He reaches out and tries to brush some of it away, whispering, "Is there somewhere we can hide?"