[Doesn't take an empathetic sponge to realize that he may have just swum from one disastrous topic into another by accident. He watches Wells, only drops the intensity when he speaks, looks down at Wells' forgone drink instead. No one wants to feel like they're being scrutinized when they're having a moment, after all.
He nods when he risks looking back up, back at that smile that reminds him of his own more often than not, an acknowledgment that yes, it's a question they've gotten before. Acknowledgement and thanks, in its own way, that Wells at least words the question a little differently.]
Go in the sun too much, maybe get skin cancer. Walk on the sidewalk, all it takes is that one bad driver to come along at the worst time. Hell, go to a bank. Work at a bank, work any job where you have access to money. There's some sort of danger everywhere, but I don't let any of that stop me from going outside the house. They're all possible, but if I can go out, every day, and move past those obstacles without constantly being afraid of what might happen, then I can do it with this. The Porter put us here, yeah. Doesn't mean I have to let that fact control everything I do. That's no way to live. [In fear, even if he refuses to admit it. He sighs, rolling one shoulder.] April's answer is always a bit simpler. Home's dead to us, this is all we get. After over half a year of dating, it was time to put up or shut up. And it's a little odd to be fully grown adults and still talking about your boyfriend or girlfriend, in my opinion.
[This is all much easier, probably, when Will didn't have anyone back home (other than Hannibal). He has no idea about a future with a wife and a wedding ring that isn't as custom as this, has no idea that if he gets sent back home again he might return with a barrel full of issues regarding marriage. But here and now? Nah, no problem. Easy peasy.]
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He nods when he risks looking back up, back at that smile that reminds him of his own more often than not, an acknowledgment that yes, it's a question they've gotten before. Acknowledgement and thanks, in its own way, that Wells at least words the question a little differently.]
Go in the sun too much, maybe get skin cancer. Walk on the sidewalk, all it takes is that one bad driver to come along at the worst time. Hell, go to a bank. Work at a bank, work any job where you have access to money. There's some sort of danger everywhere, but I don't let any of that stop me from going outside the house. They're all possible, but if I can go out, every day, and move past those obstacles without constantly being afraid of what might happen, then I can do it with this. The Porter put us here, yeah. Doesn't mean I have to let that fact control everything I do. That's no way to live. [In fear, even if he refuses to admit it. He sighs, rolling one shoulder.] April's answer is always a bit simpler. Home's dead to us, this is all we get. After over half a year of dating, it was time to put up or shut up. And it's a little odd to be fully grown adults and still talking about your boyfriend or girlfriend, in my opinion.
[This is all much easier, probably, when Will didn't have anyone back home (other than Hannibal). He has no idea about a future with a wife and a wedding ring that isn't as custom as this, has no idea that if he gets sent back home again he might return with a barrel full of issues regarding marriage. But here and now? Nah, no problem. Easy peasy.]