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[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Flynn's knock was perfectly polite, though it still appeared to startle the other man. Will's head came up quickly and he blinked his eyes a couple of times in rapid succession as he chased away whatever cobwebs had wrapped themselves around his mind.

His head?

Oh! Right.

"It aches," he admitted, setting down his writing utensil and motioning for Flynn to walk on through the doorway. "But no more than I'm used to dealing with."

He gave a small nod towards the mug on the desk, suggesting he had Willow Bark tea within.

"Did you need something?" The question probably comes out a bit more blunt than intended, just because Will is Will. But his bemused expression may soften it a bit, as he appears genuinely curious.

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The question was blunt, but Flynn worked with programmers and engineers back home, for whom tact wasn't often cultivated as a necessary personality trait, so he just grinned, undaunted.

Crossing into Will's small sanctuary, he offered him a small oilcloth bag with a bit of flourish, like a magician unveiling the rabbit he's drawn from his hat.

Ice, for his bruises.

"Just wanted to see how you're doing," he admitted. "You gave everyone a pretty good scare, man."

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

"That wasn't my intention," Will said as he reached out for the oilcloth bag. His voice was quiet and his eyes lowered. Some of it was apologetic for having caused a fuss, some of it exasperation for ... having caused a fuss. "But thank you, my ankle is a little sore."

He'd wrenched it scrabbling desperately up the riverbank and the ice would do better to reduce the swelling around the joint.

"Just hope some people can make use out of the information."