He needed this. He'd needed it for years. the solid warmth of Will's body pressed against his own, the way his fingers instinctively curled into Will's robes like it was the only anchor in the storm that was his mind. His stupid brain had always stopped him before, finding excuses about boundaries and shit. But here, wrapped in Will's arms with the morning light filtering through the trees, he couldn't remember why any of that had ever mattered. Fair warning that I have never played D&D, watched anyone play, or know ANYTHING about it, so I apologize in advance for anything being inaccurate! I would've done proper research but I was honestly too lazy and too busy (#employed)