Are you sure? The tall man looks Will over with a furrowed expression. The boy's eyes seem lighter and his hands, while stilted, don't move like they're under the volition of some other force. It's hard to imagine that the thing that possessed the boy could be compelled to draw in those easy, sketchy lines anyway. But Wrench moves slowly nevertheless, doing his best to gauge whether the stubbornness is just indicative of a teenage boy, or something more sinister.

He shrugs out of his leather jacket and offers it around Will's shoulders anyway. It smells like wet earth and campfire ash, all sure signs of where the man's been keeping himself lately. Can I watch?