[When Will had said he was going to put her things in the guest room, that's exactly what he meant. Even if he hadn't been living with a woman for the past two months, he had knowledge of them before that, knew better to start pulling things out of her backpack in case he stumbled onto something surrogate dads were just supposed to know about but never face firsthand. Not unless there needed to be a late night run to the store because supplies had vanished. So that bag gets gently placed on the bed and Will props up the pillow like he is totally used to guests. He totally is not, but he tried, okay? The sheets are fresh, the comforter is the nicest they have that isn't on their own bed, and he only had to enlist the help of two raccoons getting everything ready on time. He's got this.]

She's gotten attached. [Sort of like the bearded dummy of a dog has gotten attached to Will, sitting at the threshold of the room and watching them both carefully.] When an animal loves someone, they want to take care of you as much as you take care of them. It's not one way or the other, it...goes both ways.

[He gesticulates as he says it, and even though that isn't a real, trained cue for the dog to come in, he doesn't need one. He knows where he stands with Will and walks in...only, he walks past Will and sticks his head up on that clean, clean comforter to sniff at her bag.

Will's marginally got this. And he's definitely just talking about animals here, nothing else. Nope.]