George Kendall

He didn't believe that for one second, but he wasn't one to push. "Have you got everything you may need?" He asked, reaching to take Owen's hand.

"They should be arriving shortly. I think William wants to be here to make sure I don't kill someone." He chuckled.

"He doesn't want me to 'regress back to how I was', as Abolish puts it." He said, taking Owen's hand.

"Maybe I'll let you." His eyes flashed, smiling. "Do you like men covered in blood?"

"May have to treat you then." He smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Something something six thousand men." He smiled. "When are the boys getting here-?"

"Don't scare them, beloved-" George mumbled, adjusting his bag with one hand, holding onto William with the other.

"How could we scare you?" Legs asked, keeping one arm around Owen as he turned to look at the other two. "We're the least terrifying people ever!"

"If I'm forced to watch you two flirt, I'm going to flirt with my darling spark."

"I can come up with a different nickname, if you'd like-?"

"I see...." He giggled. "Shall we head on?"

"Away from here." Legs shrugged. "Wherever the road takes us."

George stood there awkwardly, hand in William's. He'd never met Owen, and he hadn't seen this version of Legs in a *while*, so everything felt... alien.

"You okay Dear?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, sorry." He said, taking a breath. "Just... New people."

"You know I'm not good with new people..."

"Anything I could do to help?"

"Dunno..." He mumbled. "Give it time, maybe."

"It is a bit." He nodded, holding onto William. "L seems to trust you."

He didn't believe that for one second, but he wasn't one to push. "Have you got everything you may need?" He asked, reaching to take Owen's hand.

"They should be arriving shortly. I think William wants to be here to make sure I don't kill someone." He chuckled.

"He doesn't want me to 'regress back to how I was', as Abolish puts it." He said, taking Owen's hand.

"Maybe I'll let you." His eyes flashed, smiling. "Do you like men covered in blood?"

"May have to treat you then." He smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Something something six thousand men." He smiled. "When are the boys getting here-?"

"Don't scare them, beloved-" George mumbled, adjusting his bag with one hand, holding onto William with the other.

"How could we scare you?" Legs asked, keeping one arm around Owen as he turned to look at the other two. "We're the least terrifying people ever!"

"If I'm forced to watch you two flirt, I'm going to flirt with my darling spark."

"I can come up with a different nickname, if you'd like-?"

"I see...." He giggled. "Shall we head on?"

"Away from here." Legs shrugged. "Wherever the road takes us."

George stood there awkwardly, hand in William's. He'd never met Owen, and he hadn't seen this version of Legs in a *while*, so everything felt... alien.

"You okay Dear?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, sorry." He said, taking a breath. "Just... New people."

"You know I'm not good with new people..."

"Anything I could do to help?"

"Dunno..." He mumbled. "Give it time, maybe."

He didn't believe that for one second, but he wasn't one to push. "Have you got everything you may need?" He asked, reaching to take Owen's hand.

"They should be arriving shortly. I think William wants to be here to make sure I don't kill someone." He chuckled.

"He doesn't want me to 'regress back to how I was', as Abolish puts it." He said, taking Owen's hand.

"Maybe I'll let you." His eyes flashed, smiling. "Do you like men covered in blood?"

"May have to treat you then." He smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Something something six thousand men." He smiled. "When are the boys getting here-?"

"Don't scare them, beloved-" George mumbled, adjusting his bag with one hand, holding onto William with the other.

"How could we scare you?" Legs asked, keeping one arm around Owen as he turned to look at the other two. "We're the least terrifying people ever!"

"If I'm forced to watch you two flirt, I'm going to flirt with my darling spark."

"I can come up with a different nickname, if you'd like-?"

"I see...." He giggled. "Shall we head on?"

"Away from here." Legs shrugged. "Wherever the road takes us."

George stood there awkwardly, hand in William's. He'd never met Owen, and he hadn't seen this version of Legs in a *while*, so everything felt... alien.

"You okay Dear?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, sorry." He said, taking a breath. "Just... New people."

"You know I'm not good with new people..."

He didn't believe that for one second, but he wasn't one to push. "Have you got everything you may need?" He asked, reaching to take Owen's hand.

"They should be arriving shortly. I think William wants to be here to make sure I don't kill someone." He chuckled.

"He doesn't want me to 'regress back to how I was', as Abolish puts it." He said, taking Owen's hand.

"Maybe I'll let you." His eyes flashed, smiling. "Do you like men covered in blood?"

"May have to treat you then." He smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Something something six thousand men." He smiled. "When are the boys getting here-?"

"Don't scare them, beloved-" George mumbled, adjusting his bag with one hand, holding onto William with the other.

"How could we scare you?" Legs asked, keeping one arm around Owen as he turned to look at the other two. "We're the least terrifying people ever!"

"If I'm forced to watch you two flirt, I'm going to flirt with my darling spark."

"I can come up with a different nickname, if you'd like-?"

"I see...." He giggled. "Shall we head on?"

"Away from here." Legs shrugged. "Wherever the road takes us."

George stood there awkwardly, hand in William's. He'd never met Owen, and he hadn't seen this version of Legs in a *while*, so everything felt... alien.

"You okay Dear?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, sorry." He said, taking a breath. "Just... New people."

He didn't believe that for one second, but he wasn't one to push. "Have you got everything you may need?" He asked, reaching to take Owen's hand.

"They should be arriving shortly. I think William wants to be here to make sure I don't kill someone." He chuckled.

"He doesn't want me to 'regress back to how I was', as Abolish puts it." He said, taking Owen's hand.

"Maybe I'll let you." His eyes flashed, smiling. "Do you like men covered in blood?"

"May have to treat you then." He smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Something something six thousand men." He smiled. "When are the boys getting here-?"

"Don't scare them, beloved-" George mumbled, adjusting his bag with one hand, holding onto William with the other.

"How could we scare you?" Legs asked, keeping one arm around Owen as he turned to look at the other two. "We're the least terrifying people ever!"

"If I'm forced to watch you two flirt, I'm going to flirt with my darling spark."

"I can come up with a different nickname, if you'd like-?"

"I see...." He giggled. "Shall we head on?"

"Away from here." Legs shrugged. "Wherever the road takes us."

George stood there awkwardly, hand in William's. He'd never met Owen, and he hadn't seen this version of Legs in a *while*, so everything felt... alien.

He didn't believe that for one second, but he wasn't one to push. "Have you got everything you may need?" He asked, reaching to take Owen's hand.

"They should be arriving shortly. I think William wants to be here to make sure I don't kill someone." He chuckled.

"He doesn't want me to 'regress back to how I was', as Abolish puts it." He said, taking Owen's hand.

"Maybe I'll let you." His eyes flashed, smiling. "Do you like men covered in blood?"

"May have to treat you then." He smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Something something six thousand men." He smiled. "When are the boys getting here-?"

"Don't scare them, beloved-" George mumbled, adjusting his bag with one hand, holding onto William with the other.

"William!" George ran over, finally finally after all this time. He stared at his lover, eyes wide and shocked. He looked as beautiful as the day he had lost him.

George immediately threw himself at William, wrapping his arms around him with a smile. "It's been so long-" he said, holding him close.

George laughed softly, holding onto William as tight as he could. "Careful, I don't want to fall-"

"Ah!" he yelped, not expecting it and clinging onto his lover's neck so he didn't fall. "That's terrifying, bunny-"

"Hi." He smiled, not moving his arms from where they were. "How've you been?"

"That makes it sound like you've not been doing well, bunny-" he said cautiously, instantly concerned.

"What's happened to him-" George asked, immediately concerned.

"I see... how's he actually doing?" George held William's face in his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

"That... makes sense." He said, sighing. "We are ghosts, after all."

"I... see." He said, thinking back to Legs after William had died, that vengeful, hate filled, lost man. "Don't tell me he's worse at taking care of himself and is much more vengeful now-"

George sighed under his breath. "Sounds like him..." He caressed William's face lightly, smiling. "We can sort this out, it's fine."

"We'll get him back." George assured. "I promise."

"I think I know what might be wrong with him." George admitted, holding William close and comfortingly.

"I just don't want him hurting."

"Try and be there for him. It's the best thing you can do."

"He might think you've just died again, if it's as bad as it was last time." George muttered, holding William close and running his hands through his hair. "Be careful, bunny."

"He.. was he like this after I died? Is this my fault?"

"It's not your fault, William, it's never been your fault. It was the enemy. It was always the enemy. It was never you, bunny-"

George pulled back, but not too far in case he needed to help William. "Will, it's me. George. Your partner. You're safe, L is safe, we're all safe-"

"It's me, William-" He said, trying to grab his knife arm, but not before he himself got nicked with it. "It's me, bunny-"

"William-" He said cautiously, not taking his eyes off of the other to tend to his wound, the blood pooling under his hand from the initial slash in his arm. He didn't even care that much about the others.

George looked down at it, humming. "It's fine." He said, turning back to William. "Are you alright?"

"William, I'm fine-" George assured, pulling away slightly. He could deal with it later, William was the focus here.

George sighed, pulling his hand away. There was a lot of blood, a lot of it. Normally he was good with it, normally he could handle it, but today it felt off. He felt sick to his stomach from it. It wasn't fun.

George silently leaned down, picking up the bag he carried everywhere. It had his sketchbook and paint kit tucked into the side pocket, but a vast majority of it was taken up by the medical supplies. He handed it to William.

Silently again, he rummaged through the bag, handing a long strip of sterile fabric out, doing his best to tear a length off it off with his teeth for William.

"I'll be fine-" He said, wiping his hands on his trousers legs. Too much blood, too much blood on his hands.

He winces a few times as the cleaning supplies touch raw flesh, but he doesn't shout out. "I'm sorry-" he said quietly, looking at William as he cleaned his wound. He shouldn't have to do that.

"You shouldn't have to be doing this for me, it's my injury and I'm the medic." He said, voice quieter than normal, awkward.

"Someone scared and cautious that I had hurt the ones they love."

"You didn't need to know better. You did what any sane man would have done."

"You're hurting, William, it's fine." George said, wiping William's tears away.

"We all jump at shadows that aren't there. You're doing your best, that's all that matters to me."

"...maybe we don't kill every single person, William-" George chuckled, leaning into the hand.

"Murder isn't necessary when it's for me, William. There's already too much death."

George stared at the needle for a split second longer than he should have, a bit scared. He shouldn't be scared, he was fine, he was a medic, he was used to this.

He offers the scrap of fabric to bite again before beginning to flush the wound and cleaning and threading the needle

George took it, biting down on it to get himself ready for the inevitable discomfort, nodding to tell William he was ready.

William sets to to work immediately. He's not as good at this as George or L, and he's lacking in the neatness he's sure would reduce scarring. But he works quickly. In, out, tie it off. And again.

The longer he worked, the worse it got. William was good, but that doesn't stop the pain from it. He bit down on the fabric to stop himself from screaming in agont, but thst didn't stop the small and pathetic sounds of pain from escaping him.

Once the wound is wrapped and the injury is hidden, George fell into William's arms, holding onto him. "Thank you-" He said, breath whispering across his boyfriends cheek.

"I love you too, bunny." He said, letting himself melt into William's arms. He wanted to stay here forever.

William lifts a hand to run through George’s hair, gently combing through curls. He hadn’t been able to do this is forever.

He leaned into the touch, smiling slightly. He hadn't felt the softness of those hands in... years. "You're amazing..." he mumbled, face still slightly buried in his chest.

"I'm honoured." he said, leaning up to kiss him quickly before burying himself in William's jumper again to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"Hey-!" He laughed, trying to wriggle his way out of William's grip, lightly and playfully hitting his hands away. "That's cruel!"

William lets off, arms curling around George as he begins to pepper his boyfriend’s face with kisses.

George giggled, still trying to pull away, but only now to hide the sheer blush that had bloomed on his face.

George giggled, ducking away for only a second, before returning (he couldn't let him leave for too long, clearly) to give William a kiss, a smile on his face as he did so, arms wrapped around William's neck instantly to hold him close.

William giggles too and nestles into George's neck and shoulder, happy to have him near. He missed just getting to be around his boyfriend. The lack of current war was definitely helping too.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..." He whispered, stroking William's hair carefully. "Maybe even more so."

William doesn't speak but George can feel the tears that begin to soak into his shirt. He shakes a little as silent sobs rip through him.

"hey, hey, hey-" he said, planting a kiss on William's forehead. "It's alright, my love, you're safe."

George cupped his face, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "It's alright, bunny, you're safe now. You're here, you're safe." he comforted.

"The worst thing I had to deal with was Legs, and he listened to me." Half lies. He didn't want to worry William with everything that had happened after he had died, in life and in purgatory. "I managed, but it was hard without you."

"George, dear, did you lie to L to try to keep his morality intact?"

"...I did what I had to do." He said sadly.

"What.... sparked this this time?" He asked, planting a kiss on his forehead.

"I've been trying to get you to lie to L for years my love."

"I've lied to him about a lot-"

"You didn't need to know-" he said, staring up into those big old eyes. "It wasn't that big of a deal, my love, just some small things-"

"I am immensely sorry, my love." He pressed a kiss to William's temple. "Please forgive me."

"William!" George ran over, finally finally after all this time. He stared at his lover, eyes wide and shocked. He looked as beautiful as the day he had lost him.

George immediately threw himself at William, wrapping his arms around him with a smile. "It's been so long-" he said, holding him close.

George laughed softly, holding onto William as tight as he could. "Careful, I don't want to fall-"

"Ah!" he yelped, not expecting it and clinging onto his lover's neck so he didn't fall. "That's terrifying, bunny-"

"Hi." He smiled, not moving his arms from where they were. "How've you been?"

"That makes it sound like you've not been doing well, bunny-" he said cautiously, instantly concerned.

"What's happened to him-" George asked, immediately concerned.

"I see... how's he actually doing?" George held William's face in his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

"That... makes sense." He said, sighing. "We are ghosts, after all."

"I... see." He said, thinking back to Legs after William had died, that vengeful, hate filled, lost man. "Don't tell me he's worse at taking care of himself and is much more vengeful now-"

George sighed under his breath. "Sounds like him..." He caressed William's face lightly, smiling. "We can sort this out, it's fine."

"We'll get him back." George assured. "I promise."

"I think I know what might be wrong with him." George admitted, holding William close and comfortingly.

"I just don't want him hurting."

"Try and be there for him. It's the best thing you can do."

"He might think you've just died again, if it's as bad as it was last time." George muttered, holding William close and running his hands through his hair. "Be careful, bunny."

"He.. was he like this after I died? Is this my fault?"

"It's not your fault, William, it's never been your fault. It was the enemy. It was always the enemy. It was never you, bunny-"

George pulled back, but not too far in case he needed to help William. "Will, it's me. George. Your partner. You're safe, L is safe, we're all safe-"

"It's me, William-" He said, trying to grab his knife arm, but not before he himself got nicked with it. "It's me, bunny-"

"William-" He said cautiously, not taking his eyes off of the other to tend to his wound, the blood pooling under his hand from the initial slash in his arm. He didn't even care that much about the others.

George looked down at it, humming. "It's fine." He said, turning back to William. "Are you alright?"

"William, I'm fine-" George assured, pulling away slightly. He could deal with it later, William was the focus here.

George sighed, pulling his hand away. There was a lot of blood, a lot of it. Normally he was good with it, normally he could handle it, but today it felt off. He felt sick to his stomach from it. It wasn't fun.

George silently leaned down, picking up the bag he carried everywhere. It had his sketchbook and paint kit tucked into the side pocket, but a vast majority of it was taken up by the medical supplies. He handed it to William.

Silently again, he rummaged through the bag, handing a long strip of sterile fabric out, doing his best to tear a length off it off with his teeth for William.

"I'll be fine-" He said, wiping his hands on his trousers legs. Too much blood, too much blood on his hands.

He winces a few times as the cleaning supplies touch raw flesh, but he doesn't shout out. "I'm sorry-" he said quietly, looking at William as he cleaned his wound. He shouldn't have to do that.

"You shouldn't have to be doing this for me, it's my injury and I'm the medic." He said, voice quieter than normal, awkward.

"Someone scared and cautious that I had hurt the ones they love."

"You didn't need to know better. You did what any sane man would have done."

"You're hurting, William, it's fine." George said, wiping William's tears away.

"We all jump at shadows that aren't there. You're doing your best, that's all that matters to me."

"...maybe we don't kill every single person, William-" George chuckled, leaning into the hand.

"Murder isn't necessary when it's for me, William. There's already too much death."

George stared at the needle for a split second longer than he should have, a bit scared. He shouldn't be scared, he was fine, he was a medic, he was used to this.

He offers the scrap of fabric to bite again before beginning to flush the wound and cleaning and threading the needle

George took it, biting down on it to get himself ready for the inevitable discomfort, nodding to tell William he was ready.

William sets to to work immediately. He's not as good at this as George or L, and he's lacking in the neatness he's sure would reduce scarring. But he works quickly. In, out, tie it off. And again.

The longer he worked, the worse it got. William was good, but that doesn't stop the pain from it. He bit down on the fabric to stop himself from screaming in agont, but thst didn't stop the small and pathetic sounds of pain from escaping him.

Once the wound is wrapped and the injury is hidden, George fell into William's arms, holding onto him. "Thank you-" He said, breath whispering across his boyfriends cheek.

"I love you too, bunny." He said, letting himself melt into William's arms. He wanted to stay here forever.

William lifts a hand to run through George’s hair, gently combing through curls. He hadn’t been able to do this is forever.

He leaned into the touch, smiling slightly. He hadn't felt the softness of those hands in... years. "You're amazing..." he mumbled, face still slightly buried in his chest.

"I'm honoured." he said, leaning up to kiss him quickly before burying himself in William's jumper again to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"Hey-!" He laughed, trying to wriggle his way out of William's grip, lightly and playfully hitting his hands away. "That's cruel!"

William lets off, arms curling around George as he begins to pepper his boyfriend’s face with kisses.

George giggled, still trying to pull away, but only now to hide the sheer blush that had bloomed on his face.

George giggled, ducking away for only a second, before returning (he couldn't let him leave for too long, clearly) to give William a kiss, a smile on his face as he did so, arms wrapped around William's neck instantly to hold him close.

William giggles too and nestles into George's neck and shoulder, happy to have him near. He missed just getting to be around his boyfriend. The lack of current war was definitely helping too.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..." He whispered, stroking William's hair carefully. "Maybe even more so."

William doesn't speak but George can feel the tears that begin to soak into his shirt. He shakes a little as silent sobs rip through him.

"hey, hey, hey-" he said, planting a kiss on William's forehead. "It's alright, my love, you're safe."

George cupped his face, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "It's alright, bunny, you're safe now. You're here, you're safe." he comforted.

"The worst thing I had to deal with was Legs, and he listened to me." Half lies. He didn't want to worry William with everything that had happened after he had died, in life and in purgatory. "I managed, but it was hard without you."

"George, dear, did you lie to L to try to keep his morality intact?"

"...I did what I had to do." He said sadly.

"What.... sparked this this time?" He asked, planting a kiss on his forehead.

"I've been trying to get you to lie to L for years my love."

"I've lied to him about a lot-"

"You didn't need to know-" he said, staring up into those big old eyes. "It wasn't that big of a deal, my love, just some small things-"

"William!" George ran over, finally finally after all this time. He stared at his lover, eyes wide and shocked. He looked as beautiful as the day he had lost him.

George immediately threw himself at William, wrapping his arms around him with a smile. "It's been so long-" he said, holding him close.

George laughed softly, holding onto William as tight as he could. "Careful, I don't want to fall-"

"Ah!" he yelped, not expecting it and clinging onto his lover's neck so he didn't fall. "That's terrifying, bunny-"

"Hi." He smiled, not moving his arms from where they were. "How've you been?"

"That makes it sound like you've not been doing well, bunny-" he said cautiously, instantly concerned.

"What's happened to him-" George asked, immediately concerned.

"I see... how's he actually doing?" George held William's face in his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

"That... makes sense." He said, sighing. "We are ghosts, after all."

"I... see." He said, thinking back to Legs after William had died, that vengeful, hate filled, lost man. "Don't tell me he's worse at taking care of himself and is much more vengeful now-"

George sighed under his breath. "Sounds like him..." He caressed William's face lightly, smiling. "We can sort this out, it's fine."

"We'll get him back." George assured. "I promise."

"I think I know what might be wrong with him." George admitted, holding William close and comfortingly.

"I just don't want him hurting."

"Try and be there for him. It's the best thing you can do."

"He might think you've just died again, if it's as bad as it was last time." George muttered, holding William close and running his hands through his hair. "Be careful, bunny."

"He.. was he like this after I died? Is this my fault?"

"It's not your fault, William, it's never been your fault. It was the enemy. It was always the enemy. It was never you, bunny-"

George pulled back, but not too far in case he needed to help William. "Will, it's me. George. Your partner. You're safe, L is safe, we're all safe-"