SPOILER FROM THE HELLIAM FIC IM WRITTING(not final writting)
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He chooses his words carefully; he wants to be through with this as soon as possible. “What exactly do you want my help with” Henry asks, forcing eye contact between the two ex-partners. “I don’t want your help. and you are not someone I would go to were it not dire.” William puts such an emphasis to his words and supposed disdain for Henry that he has to take a deep breath before he does something rash. As much as William does not deserve to be as angry as he is, fighting will only put Henry and Michael’s plan at risk. With a deep breath Henry rephrases his statement. “What do you need my help with?” Henrys hold on the warm cup grounds him in enough of a sense of reality that he can have this conversation. “I’m dying” William says. There’s too little emotion and too much desperation. William leans forward as he keeps an unyielding eye contact with Henry. “But you know how to fix that. I watched you make life from machine and now I ask you to help me.”
Henry just stares for a moment. His mind had been made up far before he ever heard the offer and yet it still shocked him when he wasn’t outwardly disgusted. William had not changed a day since he died. his mind dwells on the sentence, he pushes away any thoughts of the life he’d made. “I don’t even know if I can. These are two very different cases, William.” It's an excuse, by all means, he should not want to try and help him. But even if some sick part of henry did forgive him than he still had no idea if he logistically could help save him. William is passionately insistent. He believes in Henry’s ability more than he believes Henry hates him. “We have all month, at least.” William’s jealousy of years past had not faded. If anything, it had grown. A hate that had made William mad at himself for years. But he could no longer bring himself to care. All that mattered was living. His Jealousy couldn't save him then, so he’d let Henry save him now.