"James, I'm going for a run," he looked down at the shoe still in his hand and the one he'd managed to put on before James started fretting, "I'll be forty minutes tops."
"You have your watch on, yeah? You know not to let your heart rate get too high?" James stood himself in the way if the exit, "And don't go too far. Shit where's your inhaler?"
"Jim, I haven't seen my inhaler for three years, I don't need it." Will shrugged, "I'm fine, it won't hurt Lyra."
"No, I know," James didn't move, if anything he got in closer, "You'll be forty minutes?"
"Uhuh," Will put his other shoe on quickly, standing to his full height, "Nothings going to happen, I was absolutely fine last time, probably less healthy back then.'
"I don't think I'd have let you out of my sight if I'd known last time," James pulled him into a hug, "And during the lock down too... Jesus I hate thinking about that."
"Then don't, it's alright now, yeah?" Will held the back of his head against him, "You getting nervy because of the tour?"
"I don't want to be away for four entire weeks," James pressed both hands up under his shirt and flattened them against his skin, "Thats an entire month, I already missed the first one.'
"We both missed the first one, most people miss the first one," Will kissed his cheek, "Alright, you win, I'll stay with you until you go pick Juno up, and I'll run half an hour then."
"I don't want to stop you living your life."
"I don't want you having a panic attack. Again." Will told him, "You’re too important to me to let go."
