This was what coping well looked like, yes? Somehow he felt proud of William for that; it was an emotion as strange and uncomfortable and not-quite-alien-enough to him as the concern that was ebbing more slowly than was, all things considered, reasonable.

Normal, sane emotions were exhausting, really. He didn't feel the need to avoid them entirely anymore, but they could certainly be kept to a minimum, except the comfort of curling up together like this, which was absolutely allowed to be at maximum right now, thank you.

Billy wriggled around again, and Ragdoll obliged him and himself by wrapping his arms around his shoulders like... well, a much more clingy blanket, now. They fell into silence, and Ragdoll let himself fall to sleep as well; why not? They could both use the rest, and William didn't seem to desire to move around much.