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Post by Will Spencer on Mar 18, 2016 11:09:54 GMT -6
Gabriel Mendes
Over the course of a month, William had gotten himself into more trouble than he had in the past six years easily, if not longer. He'd nearly gotten tossed out of a bar, scratched some whack job when she walked in on him in his shifted form, resulting in crushing the bones in his hand, then he got into a fight with another guy while he was in his shifted form, which got him pretty beaten up and so on and so on. Basically, he'd been in constant shit since he found out that he was diagnosed with cancer and since he had lied blatantly to his best friend's face.
After his hand was smashed and he knew that he'd broken the fast majority of the bones in his hand, he avoided Gabe like the plague. If Gabriel saw what Will had been getting himself into, before Will had a convincing enough story, it would only prove to Gabriel that something was definitely wrong and that Will had definitely lied to him. Will wouldn't risk that because he didn't want Gabriel to know about the cancer and he didn't want to ruin his friendship by lying again if Gabe asked directly.
Three weeks, and yet Will's hand hadn't healed completely, it was resetting, attempting to heal despite his constant fighting and shifting that was messing it up again. It was in a hard cast, there was no hiding it, but he'd decided to tell Gabriel about a fight, one with a guy who simply egged him on and was made of steel practically, therefore breaking his hand on the guy's face. It wasn't a completely lie, as he had in fact gotten into a fight with a guy in his human form who had definitely been egging him on. Will was a fighter, Gabriel knew that there was no turning down for him. It was the best half-truth he could give.
As he reached the penthouse door, Will took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair with his good hand before knocking with the cast. He dropped both arms and shoved the one in his pocket. Nerves had settled in and he wondered how easily Gabe would see through him this time. Did he look sickly? Were the bags under his eyes noticeable? How about the chapped-ness to his lips?
Over the course of a month, William had gotten himself into more trouble than he had in the past six years easily, if not longer. He'd nearly gotten tossed out of a bar, scratched some whack job when she walked in on him in his shifted form, resulting in crushing the bones in his hand, then he got into a fight with another guy while he was in his shifted form, which got him pretty beaten up and so on and so on. Basically, he'd been in constant shit since he found out that he was diagnosed with cancer and since he had lied blatantly to his best friend's face.
After his hand was smashed and he knew that he'd broken the fast majority of the bones in his hand, he avoided Gabe like the plague. If Gabriel saw what Will had been getting himself into, before Will had a convincing enough story, it would only prove to Gabriel that something was definitely wrong and that Will had definitely lied to him. Will wouldn't risk that because he didn't want Gabriel to know about the cancer and he didn't want to ruin his friendship by lying again if Gabe asked directly.
Three weeks, and yet Will's hand hadn't healed completely, it was resetting, attempting to heal despite his constant fighting and shifting that was messing it up again. It was in a hard cast, there was no hiding it, but he'd decided to tell Gabriel about a fight, one with a guy who simply egged him on and was made of steel practically, therefore breaking his hand on the guy's face. It wasn't a completely lie, as he had in fact gotten into a fight with a guy in his human form who had definitely been egging him on. Will was a fighter, Gabriel knew that there was no turning down for him. It was the best half-truth he could give.
As he reached the penthouse door, Will took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair with his good hand before knocking with the cast. He dropped both arms and shoved the one in his pocket. Nerves had settled in and he wondered how easily Gabe would see through him this time. Did he look sickly? Were the bags under his eyes noticeable? How about the chapped-ness to his lips?
