Chapter Text
One slip and falling back into the hedge maze
Oh, what a way to die
- Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift
It took some time until the world around him slowly started to take shape again. Until the fuzzy, floaty feeling in his head cleared enough to form a coherent thought, and the echoes of his release gave way to the sensation of a mattress underneath him, and Kit’s body lying on top of his, heavy and warm.
He could feel Kit’s breath softly tingling the side of his neck, gradually becoming slower, mirroring his own heartbeat slowly calming down again. Letting his eyes fall shut again, he ever so slightly turned his head, cheek softly pressing against Kit’s temple, allowing himself to get lost in his warmth for a moment, in his scent.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when Kit started to stir, slowly pushing himself up and rolling over to the other side of the bed. The sensation of Kit slipping out of him drew a shaky breath from Will, making him shiver softly, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the sudden cold, or the feeling of emptiness in his chest, sparked by the loss of Kit’s warmth and calming weight of top of him.
All he wanted, was to pull him close again. To hold him, be held, and block out the world.
He didn’t move.
Kit got up, making his way over to the wooden chest on the other side of the room. The light of the moon falling in through the window didn’t reach it, but Will could hear the soft splashing of water. After a few moments, Kit appeared next to the bed again, handing him a damp piece of cloth. Thankful for the opportunity to do something about the uncomfortable stickiness that had spread between his legs, Will took it, sitting up. Heading over to the bowl of water, he quickly cleaned himself before returning to the bed. He slipped back under the sheets, facing Kit, who laid on his back, eyes half-lidded, one arm folded behind his head.
For a few moments, neither of them said something. The silence felt heavy, heavy with the unspoken question they both knew was inevitable.
A part of Will was afraid to ask, not sure if he actually wanted to know, but another part couldn’t bear the uncertainty anymore, nor the various gruesome scenarios his mind came up with.
“What happened?”
Kit didn’t turn his head, keeping his eyes fixed onto an indeterminable spot on the other side of the room.
A few heartbeats passed in silence, until Will slowly begun to doubt if Kit had heard him. Should he-
“I went to Deptford.” His voice was quiet, calm.
“I was supposed to meet Cecil’s and Essex’s men in one of the closed taverns near the Thames. I was early, stayed outside. Rather a view over a sleeping city than the inside of a filthy tavern while waiting for one’s death.”
Will felt his stomach tensing up painfully, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of guilt in his chest.
“Essex’s man showed up first. He was nervous, though he tried to hide it. Then the other two arrived. Cecil’s man. Raleigh’s. Essex’s man suggested that we went inside, but Nicholas asked if I didn’t wonder why Raleigh’s man was there. God, I’ve always hated that prick. ..Should I..? Oh, they didn’t like that answer. They knew. Knew that I knew. They were probably scared that I would try to escape, or that I had some other kind of plan, so they made short work of it.”
There was a short pause, Will’s stomach feeling like a painfully tight, cold knot. He felt vaguely nauseous.
“It wasn’t Raleigh’s man. Probably should’ve been, but Nicholas was quicker. Little prick always wanted to see me dead. Should’ve seen the satisfaction in his eyes when he thrust that dagger into me.”
There was a slight movement underneath the sheets covering half of Kit’s chest, and Will instinctively knew that he was absently brushing over the scar on his abdomen. The guilt felt like an iron grip around his throat, his heart, threatening to suffocate him. He desperately tried to push it down but failed.
“May he die believing he succeeded in killing me, the bastard. ..We stood near the edge of the river, one of those spots where the bank falls a couple of feet. I lost my balance. I don’t know if they tried to grab me. I fell. And then everything was dark. Cold.”
Kit’s voice was quiet, and still calm, but Will could hear something else lying underneath it. Something.. raw.
“I always thought the pain would be immediate with an injury like that. But I barely felt it, at first. It was more like being punched in the gut. Then my lungs started screaming for air. I almost followed that instinct. Then I realized that this could be my only chance. ..I dived as far as I could before coming up. There was a weeping willow near the edge of the river. I hid in the branches. I could hear them arguing. I was too far away to understand them, but they were probably terrified that they wouldn’t have my body to prove they’d done their job. Perhaps fighting if someone should search the river, make sure, I was actually dead.”
Another short pause.
“They left at some point. Fortunately, before I froze to death in that blasted river. I got to the harbour, got on board the first ship I could find. I’d lost my purse in the river, so I gave the captain my ring for the passage and his discretion. He didn’t ask any questions. ..I would’ve died on that ship. Probably from an infection if I wouldn’t have bled out before that. ..There was a young woman on board. She didn’t tell me her name, but it was obvious she was also on the run. Probably another pitiable soul they tried for witchcraft. ..She was a healer of some sort. She stopped the bleeding and made sure the wound didn’t get infected.”
A beat of silence.
“I owe her my life.”
For a moment, the absent look in Kit’s eyes intensified, until he softly shook his head.
“I disembarked at the first harbour, took a ship to Italy from there. Almost drowned in a storm at sea, but here I am. Apparently, the world wasn’t done with me, after all.”
Silence spread between them after that. A silence heavy with honesty and vulnerability, Will didn’t know how to fill.
What could he even say? They both knew all to well what his role in all this had been. That he’d been forced to choose and had made his choice. The same one, Kit had made.
They both knew that, Will knew that, but still that feeling of guilt had never left him, not a single day since their last dreadful meeting in that tavern. And now that he knew Kit had survived, had managed to escape.. that feeling should lessen, shouldn’t it? That crushing weight on his chest, of being responsible for his death. It should feel lighter, but somehow it didn’t.
Maybe because even though he was beyond relieved that he didn’t have Kit’s blood on his hands, he was still aware that, in a way, he did, nonetheless. That he had put him through all this.
Will knew, these were stains, he’d never be able to wash off.
He opened his mouth, not sure what would come out. I’m sorry, maybe, even though he knew it wouldn’t change anything and would probably mean nothing to the other man. But before he could say anything, Kit raised his voice again, still not looking at him.
“Don’t say you’re sorry. We both know, there were only two ways how this could’ve ended. And the other would’ve been just as bloody.”
He knew, what Kit meant by ‘this’. Them.
Whatever they had been, it had always been bound to end like this, in one way or another. In betrayal.
Maybe, Kit was right about that.
And so, Will swallowed them down, those words aching in his throat, swallowed them down until they had faded to a dull sting in his chest that was easier to bear.
*
When Will woke, he needed a few moments to make sense of his surroundings. The familiar cabin was gone, just like the soft swaying of the ship underneath him.
Where was he..?
His gaze wandered through the room, to the window through which the rays of the sun streamed in, drawing patterns onto the wooden floor. He could see a tiny bit of blue sky, the facades of houses, partly covered in ivy, auburn roofs, glowing in the light of the sun-
Suddenly, it all came back to him. His arrival in Italy, the carriage ride. Florence.
..Kit.
Adrenaline shot through Will’s veins like lightning, making him sit up with a start.
The other side of the bed was empty. No sign of Kit, nor that he’d ever..
A horrible feeling started to creep up inside of him, cold and piercing. Could it.. Had it all just been a dream? Had none of it been real?
No.
Will felt a soft wave of panic welling up inside of him. No, that couldn’t be. This couldn’t have been just another dream. Not this time, not- His gaze landed on a small heap of dark fabric lying next to the bed.
It wasn’t his.
Kit’s tunic.
Hastily, Will grabbed the piece of clothing from the floor, desperate to confirm his suspicion.
It was a tunic. The colour looked different by daylight, but Will immediately recognized the slightly rough feeling of the wool under his fingertips. His heart skipped a beat.
It hadn’t been a dream. Kit was here. He was alive.
Relief flooded his body with an intensity that made Will feel like he was falling. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. For a few moments, he clutched the tunic to his chest, closing his eyes, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. There was the faintest whiff of Kit’s scent clinging to the fabric, and Will couldn’t keep himself from burying his nose in it for a few heartbeats.
It hadn’t been a dream.
The familiar scent involuntarily brought back the memories of last night. Of Kit’s lips on his, his body pressed against Will’s, warm hands on his skin, Kit’s soft voice echoing in his ears. You should see yourself like this..
Will felt himself getting hot, opening his eyes before he could get too carried away.
Blinking, he let his eyes wander through the room. Where was Kit?
Getting up, he placed the tunic on the bed, before grabbing his clothes from the floor and putting them on. His doublet was nowhere to be seen, so he made his way down the steep stairs, careful not to fall. Sunlight streamed in through the window next to the door and Will let his gaze wander through the room, looking surprisingly different than in the soft glow of the fire last night. There was still no sign of Kit, but Will spotted his doublet hanging over the back of a chair. Stepping closer, his eyes were caught by a small slip of paper lying on the table. He instantly recognized Kit’s handwriting, trying to ignore the small sting of pain the memory brought with it.
Gone to work.
A soft smile tugged at Will’s lips, placing the note on the table again. He couldn’t help but wonder what it was, that Kit did for a living, here in Florence. But something told him that it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to ask him. Whatever it was, it wasn’t what he truly wanted to do – to write - and Will was glad if he was able avoid that sore spot. Maybe also partly for his own sake.
The loud rumble of his stomach brought him back to the here and now, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten anything since the figs he’d purchased at the marked yesterday. He still had one, packed in his valise, together with some last bit of cheese from the ship. Sitting down at the table, Will had a quick breakfast.
The position of the sun told him, that it was already almost noon. Apparently, he’d slept quite long, making up for the lack of proper sleep he’d gotten on the ship.
While eating, Will pondered on what he should do with the day. He presumed, Kit wouldn’t be back until the evening, so he’d have plenty of time to explore the city some more.
Kit. Now that Will knew he was alive.. Would it chance anything? Could it chance anything?
Don’t be ridiculous. Nothing has changed. You have a family that needs you. Plays that need to be written and a company that needs to be led. In England.
Will knew, the voice in his head was right.
Kit being alive didn’t change anything. It couldn’t.
The pain constricting his chest made it hard to breathe.
He knew, what this meant. What it inevitably would mean in a few weeks, but he refused to think about that right now. And so, he hastily pushed the ache in his chest down as best as he could and got up from the table, once again heading upstairs, taking his valise with him.
Using the water from the bowl, he quickly cleaned himself, also putting on a clean shirt, before going back downstairs, leaving the house.
It was warm outside, the sun shining from a cloudless blue sky, and Will immediately was glad about his decision to leave his doublet behind. He did his best to memorise the house, just as the street, hoping, he wouldn’t have trouble finding his way back here later.
The city looked different than it had upon his arrival yesterday, now illuminated in bright daylight and with even more people hustling and bustling about, gradually becoming busier the closer Will got to its centre. For an hour or two, he just wandered aimlessly through the countless streets, letting himself get carried away by the atmosphere of a city that felt so different than London. Warmer. Less grey. Livelier, in a way, Will couldn’t quite explain.
Every now and then, the thoughts from earlier sneaked back into his mind, of the inevitable goodbye, he knew, he’d have to say very soon, but he pushed them aside as best as he could.
Will arrived at a huge marketplace, the same one where the coach had dropped him off yesterday, now slightly less busy. It was then, his gaze wandering over the countless market stalls, that Will wondered if he should buy some food for dinner. Some bread and fruits maybe, a bit of cheese.
He thought of the kettle next to the fireplace.
Will couldn’t quite remember the last time he’d actually cooked a meal himself, as it usually was Anne doing that when he was in Stratford, and he mostly ate at taverns or got some bread and cheese while being in London. And still.. He had more than enough time on his hands now, and the thought of sharing a homecooked meal with Kit..
It was ridiculous, the way something in his chest got warm at the thought, and equally foolish, but he couldn’t help it.
This could be our home., his own voiced echoed in his ears. He’d talked about London back then. About a life that had seemed like a dream, until he’d painfully realized that it was precisely that. A dream. Unreachable and foolish to chase from the beginning.
Just like this was.
If he were a wiser, a stronger man, he’d probably already be on his way back to Livorno. Would prevent the pain leaving would inevitably cause him from growing even stronger, the longer he stayed. Wouldn’t allow himself to get lost in things he knew all too well, he couldn’t keep, no matter how much he longed for them.
But he wasn’t. He was weak, always had been, when it came to Kit, even if it meant his own doom.
In a way, it was what had led him here in the first place.
To hell with it. He was here and Kit, as if by a miracle, had survived. They’d found each other again, against all odds. So he would make the most of the time they were given, however short it may be.
His Italian wasn’t nearly good enough to name all the ingredients he needed, but thankfully, simply pointing at them also worked relatively well. (Despite the woman who almost sold him an alarmingly strange looking, green thing that was shaped like an apple, but looked like it had scales, instead of the carrots he needed.) And so, a few minutes later, Will left the marketplace, a bag filled with vegetables, herbs and meat in his hand.
*
It was already afternoon when Will arrived back at the house. He was relieved to have found it again, with everything looking so different now in bright daylight.
Lighting a fire in the hearth, he placed the kettle over the flames, before taking the empty bucket standing next to the pile of firewood and going outside again, searching for water. It took him a few minutes of wandering about, until he found a well not too far from the house. After filling the amount he needed into the kettle, he used the remaining water to refill the bowl upstairs after dumping the old water out of the window. Then, he settled down at the table, starting to chop the vegetables and the meat.
It was a simple stew. A recipe, his mother had taught him when he was a child. Will was almost surprised, he still remembered how it was done, after all those years, but apparently, there were some things you never forgot.
It took a while for the stew to take shape, the fire needing its time to heat the water and properly cook the ingredients, but after an hour or so, there was a soup simmering over the flames, Will was surprisingly satisfied with. Adding some last herbs, he took two small, wooden bowls from the shelves on the wall, placing them on the table. Adding two spoons and mugs, he returned to the fireplace, softly stirring the stew.
He had no idea when exactly Kit would return, but he figured it couldn’t take that much longer, the sun already slowly starting to set outside, bathing the city in golden light. There was a sudden, soft wave of nervousness rising inside of him. Was this ridiculous? Cooking dinner for them, as if they actually lived here together? Would Kit laugh at him?
Trying to distract himself, Will took the kettle from the hearth, placing it on the table. He started to ponder, if he should also light a candle, or if it was still too bright for that but before he could decide the door opened, and Kit entered the room.
He stopped in his tracks when his gaze landed on Will, before flickering over to the kettle standing on the table next to him.
“This is..” He closed the door behind him. “..a surprise.”
His voice didn’t sound amused, nor like it was a bad surprise, only fairly caught off guard, baffled even.
Will felt another rush of nervousness well up inside of him, mixed with abashment.
“Listen, I wasn’t sure, but I thought with you being away all day, I could just as well be useful. And I- well, I had no idea what kind of food you like, and I haven’t cooked in years, but I thought-“
“Will, Will.” Kit stepped closer to him, cupping his face with one hand, stopping his helpless rambling. The smile on his lips looked amused, but also genuine.
“Thank you.” His voice was soft, warm.
For a moment, Will just looked at him, processing the unexpected reaction, before Kit softly nodded towards the table, still a slight smile on his lips.
“Shall we?”
They sat down, Kit passing him his bowl, so that he could fill it with the stew.
“I’m a little concerned as to your cooking abilities though. Can’t really afford food poisoning.” His face was straight, but Will could tell he was teasing him by the mischievous sparkle lying in his eyes.
He made a playfully offended sound.
“Food poisoning, huh?” He pushed the bowl back to Kit. “Well, I’m afraid, you’ll have to take your chances.”
Filling his own bowl, he watched as Kit tried the food, trying not to let it show that, in fact, he was slightly nervous.
Swallowing, Kit blinked.
“It’s.. not terrible.” The surprise in his voice was fake, at least mostly, and Will felt a triumphant smile tugging at his lips.
“Oh, is it not?” He asked with raised brows, not able to banish the cockiness from his voice.
Kit grinned, before the expression softened into a warm smile.
“It’s good.” The words were honest, and Will felt a small wave of warmth welling up in his chest.
They ate in peace, Will telling him about his exploration of the city, and Kit commenting here and there, adding some anecdotes or answering Will’s questions about things that had puzzled him. They made jokes, laughed, and it felt.. easy, light. Warm.
Will wasn’t sure when he’d last felt like this.
He did light a candle at some point, placing it on the table between them. The light of the flame cast a soft glow over Kit’s face, and Will couldn’t take his eyes off him, the way tiny lines appeared at the corners of his eyes when he laughed, the way his smile tugged at his lips.
All he knew was that he didn’t want this to end.
The voice from earlier tried to sneak back into his head again, remind him, that this would end, very soon, but Will firmly pushed it aside.
Right now, he was here. He was here, and Kit was alive and that was all that mattered in this moment.
It was already almost completely dark outside, when they got up from the table, Will placing the kettle back over the fireplace, and Kit putting the dirty dishes down on the mantel next to him. Returning to the table, Will reached for their mugs, when suddenly, there was a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, followed by warm lips pressing a soft kiss onto his neck.
He couldn’t suppress the soft shiver involuntarily running through him at the touch, letting out a trembling breath. Ever so slightly leaning back against Kit’s warm body pressing against his own, Will let himself get lost in the sensation, as Kit now pressed more kisses to the sensitive skin of his neck, head tipping forward ever so slightly, eyes fluttering closed.
After a few moments, Kit’s one hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, fingers gently brushing over the skin of Will’s abdomen, making his breath hitch slightly. Turning around, he pulled Kit into a kiss, slow and deep, one hand softly cupping his face. Kit’s tongue brushed against his, warm, almost hot, and Will softly groaned into the kiss, pressing himself closer to him.
Kit broke the kiss after a few heartbeats, much to Will’s dismay, but before he could pull him close again, Kit slowly sunk to his knees in front of him.
Will’s eyes widened slightly as he understood, taking in a trembling breath, as Kit slowly started to open the lacing of his pants. Kit didn’t break the eye contact as he hooked his fingers under the waistband before pulling them down over his hips, almost torturously slow, letting them fall to the floor in a small heap.
Will could feel his breathing getting heavier, not able to tear his eyes away from Kit’s, as he now leaned forward, pressing a few light kisses onto the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Slowly, he travelled further up, taking his time, until Will was sure, he would lose his mind, if Kit didn’t-
He took him into his mouth in one fluent movement, involuntarily making his body leap, head falling back as a loud gasp spilled from his lips.
“Hah..!”
Fingertips pressed into the smooth wood of the table, Will was distantly thankful for its support, making it easier for him to keep upright, as Kit now slowly started to bob his head, drawing a breathless moan from him.
Of course, Kit was phenomenal at this, it briefly crossed his mind, before he sucked lightly, flicking his tongue, and Will could feel his knees buckle for a second.
“Christ- Ah..!”
He increased his pace, and soon, Will felt his legs starting to tremble ever so slightly, the urge to move his hips becoming harder and harder to suppress.
“Can.. Can I..” His voice was breathless, mind too hazed by pleasure to form a coherent sentence, but Kit seemed to understand him nonetheless.
Pausing in his movement, he nodded slightly, and the way he looked up at him though his lashes, eyes heavy lidded and the slightest bit hazy, almost made Will lose his mind.
One hand softly cupping the back of Kit’s head, he slowly, lightly started to move his hips, and Christ.. The feeling was heavenly, thrusting into the warm wetness of Kit’s mouth, getting lost in the delicious sparks of pleasure flooding his body.
It didn’t take long before the trembling in his legs became so strong, he needed to grab the edge of table with both hands again, searching for support. For a moment, Kit took charge again, bobbing his head up and down a few times, drawing a broken moan from Will, before he released him from his mouth and got to his feet again.
Their lips met in a breathless kiss, and Will could feel his head spinning as Kit drew back a few inches, meeting his eyes.
“Want to take this upstairs?” His voice was low, slightly rough with desire.
“God, yes.”
*
Half an hour later, they lay next to each other on the bed, both breathing heavily. Eyes closed, Will tried to calm his racing heartbeat, distantly thankful for the coolness of the sweat coating his skin.
For a few moments, it was silent, only the sound of their laboured breathing filling the air.
“That was..” Will trailed off, still slightly breathless.
Next to him, he heard Kit chuckle softly.
“Lost for words, darling?” There was an amused spark in his eyes, and Will involuntarily felt something in his chest flutter at the term of endearment. Kit had called him darling before, once or twice, and it had always flustered Will more than he’d like to admit, even though he’d somehow managed to not let it show all too much. Now, however, lying next to him in this bed, naked, Kit looking at him like that, Will found that it was disproportionately harder to hide the way it affected him. He felt his cheeks getting warm.
There was a smirk tugging at Kit’s lips, equally teasing and fond.
“You like when I call you that.”
Much to his dismay, Will felt his cheeks getting even hotter.
“I- No..”
“You’re blushing. It’s adorable.” Kit reached over to him, fingers softly brushing over his cheek. Will playfully pushed his hand away, not able to suppress the sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I’m not-“
“Oh, you are!”
“Fine!”
“Who knew it was this easy to make you blush like an untouched maiden?” The smirk on Kit’s lips was as teasing as it was gorgeous, both unbearably so.
“Oh, shut up.”
Before he could think twice, he grabbed the pillow lying on the mattress between them, hitting Kit in the head with it. The other man gasped, half surprised, half playfully scandalized. For a heartbeat or two, Kit just looked at him in feigned indignation, before trying to snatch the pillow from Will’s hand, who quickly pulled it back, trying to keep it out of his reach, letting out an embarrassingly unmanly squeal, as Kit lunged at him. For a few moments, they both tried to gain the upper hand, to press the other one down onto the mattress, a mess of playful shoving and breathless laughs, until Will finally managed to pin Kit down, fixating both his wrists next to his head.
He could feel their breaths mingle as they laughed, faces only inches apart.
“Alright!” Kit exclaimed, still softly chuckling. “You win.”
“Oh, what was that? I think, I didn’t quite hear you.” Will couldn’t help the smugness in his voice, drawing another small laugh from Kit’s lips.
Closing the small distance between them, Will kissed him, soft and playful at first, before the kiss slowly grew deeper, Will freeing Kit’s hands, in favour of cupping his face. He could feel Kit’s arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer, and Will allowed himself to get lost in him once again.
Everything felt warm and fuzzy when Kit finally broke the kiss, meeting Will’s gaze with a soft sparkle in his eyes.
“I see, I should call you darling more often.”
And Will inevitably had to laugh, the sound vibrating in his chest feeling light and free. He buried his face in Kit’s shoulder.
“You’re impossible.”
He felt Kit’s laugh shaking his body, head slightly tipping back, and the sudden rush of warm affection flooding Will’s chest was almost too much to bear.
They lay in silence for a while, Will’s head still resting on Kit’s chest, one arm loosely draped over his abdomen. Kit’s fingers were in his hair, gently playing with it, drawing soft patterns onto his scalp, and Will only just managed not to purr like a cat.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, when Kit raised his voice again.
“So.. star-crossed lovers, huh?”
Will, who’d almost felt like he was dozing off a moment before, lifted his head with a soft start, looking at Kit, suddenly wide awake again. Had he just-
There was soft smile playing around Kit’s lips.
“Yes, I’ve heard of your great success. Romeo and Juliet. Seems like you’ve made it after all.”
Will needed a moment to process the words. Of course, he was well aware how popular his latest play had become, but he’d never thought it would spread beyond the borders of England that quickly, much less..
“Didn’t expect this phrase to be what travels the world.” It finally fell from his lips after a few heartbeats of stunned silence, letting his head sink down onto Kit’s chest again.
“Oh, I’m not surprised. People love a good tragedy. Always have. And star-crossed lovers? What could be more tragic than that? To be kept apart by the working of the stars who control one’s fate.”
His voice had become quieter towards the end, but Will barely noticed it, too absorbed in his own thoughts.
“You think it’s too much?” A beat of silence. He lifted his head again, looking at Kit, who had his gaze fixed onto the ceiling. “..You think, it’s ridiculous, don’t you?”
“No, I..” The answer came quick, just as quick as his voice trailed off. When he spoke again, it was softer, and there was something lying in it that Will couldn’t quiet place. “I think it quite fitting.”
He could sense that they weren’t only talking about the play anymore, that there was something else, lying underneath, something raw and tugging. A truth, neither of them had to name because they both knew it was there. Had known, for a very long time.
For a few moments, silence stretched out between them, before Kit sat up.
“I’ll check on the fire.”
He put on his pants, grabbing the rest of his clothes from the floor, before heading downstairs. Will stayed behind, gaze fixed onto the ceiling as he listened to Kit’s footsteps slowly getting quieter.
For a moment, he closed his eyes, trying to control the feeling spreading in his chest, to push it down. He failed.
A few minutes later, he heard Kit coming up the stairs again, sitting up. Entering the room, he threw a piece of fabric into Will’s direction, and only when he plugged it off his face, not having been fast enough to catch it, he recognized that it was his doublet.
“I want to show you something.”