[From Here]Helen nodded, sliding her hand down to take his and squeeze it. Maybe it would just be best to spend some time together and let Will process what he'd received and if she could help, she would. Just as it'd been last year after Halloween, Helen wanted to comfort him, and she hoped she was equipped to do a good job at easing his anxiety
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"Do you want me to rub your back or anything? Sometimes it helps."
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"He wasn't around a lot," Will said. It was kind of out of the blue, because they'd sort of drifted away from the topic, but suddenly Will had something else to say. "Even before my mom died, he wasn't there a lot. I was just thinking about how all the things I remember with my mom are just of her. Not the two of them together with me." He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his palms against his knees, kind of dispersing nervous energy.
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Helen changed into her pajamas, opting for a set with little blue flowers on them instead of something more inherently sexual and settled on the bed next to Will.
"I'm sorry he wasn't there for you, Will. I truly am."
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"I don't think you have anything to worry about there. I suppose...I suppose I could see where the concern is, though. You've never been anything but good to me since we got sorted out."
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"Our relationship, I presume?"
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"You are the most affectionate, considerate and loving man I've ever had the good fortune to know. I love you, Will, and we're better together than we ever were apart. You have nothing to worry about, I promise."
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"I love you, too," he said. "And we're definitely better together than when we weren't."
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That earned him a little smile, dimple flashing, and a blush. "But boyfriend, I suppose, is the best word. Paramour, maybe. Lover? I could go on in about fifteen different languages, if you'd like."
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