Those Left Behind || The Boys
Will was failing and he knew it. He wasn’t looking after himself as he should be and Hannibal wasn’t around to see it. The logical part of his brain knew why. He even understood. Tabitha was his wife and God knows what could be happening to her - of course he’d thrown himself into his work, who wouldn’t?
But the natural submissive in him was pining for the loss of both his Mistress and his Daddy, he didn’t know how to cope. Their relationship was a 24/7 one and he’d gotten so used to the arrangement that he honestly didn’t know how to pick himself up out of his head space and act as he once had, He couldn’t do it anymore.
Instead he kept himself to himself, spending time with Clement, barely eating, barely sleeping - a ghost of himself. He spent hours pouring over any files he could find on his father, trying to determine if it was even possible that Tabitha was still alive, and if she was - what state she’d be in. He knew that Valentin was doing his best but it wasn’t the same, when one of their number was absent they were fractured and when two were gone they were shattered like tiny pieces of splintered china.
Demetrius slouched into the pent house, bone weary from all the work he’d been doing lately - Hannibal barked orders at him and he complied, it was almost like their relationship had never evolved but he’d do anything to help. The guard shed his blood covered wife beater and flopped onto the couch next to Valentin, groaning at the pain to his aching limbs, “How’s it going here?” He moaned, rubbing his sore neck, “He ain’t looking any better.” Dem nodded over to Will who was crouched by a laptop, a large sweater of Hannibal’s was over his knees that were pulled up to his chest, drooping off one shoulder. There were dark circles under the submissive’s eyes and his curls were a mess from running his hands through them.
