[It could be a shack, but as long as Abigail was willing to stop by and liked it, a shack might as well be a mansion, in Will's eyes. Her approval means the world to him, and his face makes that completely obvious, smile joyous and sincere, growing in both when he gets another hug. He wraps his arms around her and holds her tight, relishes in the fact that she's here, she's back, she's real, she's alive. Breathing and not in the hospital and never going to be in the hospital again if Will can help it, not for something life-threatening.
Today is a great day.]
Me too.
[He loves the house and he loves Abigail, though he loves one far more than the other. That's okay; the house doesn't have feelings, and it can't break the same way as people. If Will has any say in it, there will be no breaking of the house or in the house. Kitchen floor is not going to be a bloody mess and Abigail is going to be safer here than anywhere else.
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Today is a great day.]
Me too.
[He loves the house and he loves Abigail, though he loves one far more than the other. That's okay; the house doesn't have feelings, and it can't break the same way as people. If Will has any say in it, there will be no breaking of the house or in the house. Kitchen floor is not going to be a bloody mess and Abigail is going to be safer here than anywhere else.
He loves Abigail.
The house is just pretty awesome, in comparison.]