[Will lets out a quiet, swallowed-back sound that might be the beginnings of a sob, then presses his face into Joyce's shoulder. There's a knot of tension that's lived in the middle of his chest for years, and it's finally, finally starting to loosen. He's carried this secret for...a very long time.
And, almost without his consent, he blurts out the other things, the other terrible guilts he's kept hidden --] B-But it was my fault dad left and my fault Bob died a-and I killed you and I -- I-I -- [He breaks off in a hitching sound, pulling back and giving her a confused, helpless look, tears in his eyes.] I-I messed up so many things, Mom.
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And, almost without his consent, he blurts out the other things, the other terrible guilts he's kept hidden --] B-But it was my fault dad left and my fault Bob died a-and I killed you and I -- I-I -- [He breaks off in a hitching sound, pulling back and giving her a confused, helpless look, tears in his eyes.] I-I messed up so many things, Mom.