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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[That is less fair when Will is the one who can easily see those screens he's supposed to be keeping an eye on. It could be seen as playing dirty, that question, but perhaps April's in return is even dirtier, all things considered. The bed and all its crumbs are probably the least dirty part in this equation, and Will casts a glance at the fiend causing it without an attempt to be subtle.]

What kind of question is that?

[How far is Will willing to go to re-purpose the activity known as making out in this situation? Pretty far, it seems. Far enough to take up the semi-pornographic cards in one fell swoop and toss them to the floor, ruin the raccoon's game while telling him where he can take it, and brushing aside the majority of those crumbs. Not enough? Not enough to prove total commitment, which is what has him leaning forward instead of back, on all fours with both hands planted on either side of April as if he is completely unaware of anything else. Only got eyes for her, that's what it looks like.]

Have you looked in the mirror lately? There's only one possible answer to that question.

[Still nothing in his line of vision but April, April, April.]

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[ And she doesn't move an inch away, even as all that is in her field of vision is a cheater, cheater, cheater. In fact she does the opposite, arms wrapping around his shoulders to help pull him closer, giving up on the whole sitting thing and just lounging back on the bed under him. Because, damn it, yes she knew how hair had looked lately. And, clearly, she had minimal objections to how he was looking these days, too.

But there was just one. Tiny. Thing. And, possibly hard for him to see considering he's close enough now his features look more that a blurred blob than anything, she has nothing but an annoyed expression at the fact she can't just shake it off. They should just make out. Screw it. They should...

God. Right now her life was the hardest of anyone on the planet, and that was counting the starving children and people kidnapped by psychos so don't even start. ]

So say it.

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[Cheating, as long as it stays between the two of them, isn't so bad, is it? Nobody comes around with fleas or worse, and she can easily get him back later with...well, pretty much whatever. An offhanded comment, some public display, just about everything is fair play when Hannibal Lecter is nowhere to be found. Her arms around his shoulders are met with relaxing, not tensing, as if it was any other night they were winding with a little winding up. For all intents and purposes, his body language reads as in it to win it, in spite of the circumstances. Nothing can throw him—

—not even that. Up go the eyebrows, his lips twist into half of a smile, and if those three words had been "do you dare?" his face was answering that yes, yes, he did dare.

April's life was so difficult, he could feel that, could empathize, could also hold off on the juvenile, immediate reply that threatened to come out of him and make it more difficult: It.]

Say what, yes? I wanna make out with you? [Dangerously close to not being able to say anything at all, mouth too busy with something much better. Never mind that Abigail Hobbs is in something like dire straits and they were just talking about Frederick Chilton, of all people. He's going for it.] Yes. [He can just reach out and turn the communicator on its face if it gets to that point. Or she could roll him over and make sure eyes don't wander. It's not impossible to manage.] I really wanna make out with you.

[There was a moment where he almost said "I do" but those two words in a relationship of this sort are better reserved for...not this situation. The sexual aspect, not the sexual aspect while a hostage situation goes on and one member tries desperately to not whine about a future jailer. He goes with "really" in its place and unless April contests that, life won't be too difficult any longer because Will's proving he says what he means.

And, possibly, that he's in need of a shave. But if April doesn't mind the scruff, who is he to get rid of it with any consistent frequency?]