[He can't bear to see her so afraid, especially not of him, and instead focuses on something in the distance, a muscle in his cheek twitching as he clenches his jaw, barely daring to breathe. She can probably hear his heart racing in his chest...]

... I think... We're in the clear. [He moves to straighten from his crouch but just as he does, a hand, larger than his, claps onto his shoulder, keeping him in place. "Sneaking 'round again, Will?" Oh, God. He closes his eyes briefly to try and contain his horror, swallowing thickly.]

Not at all. Just having a look. [He looks over his shoulder, careful not to turn around and expose her.] Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just be going...