[Aw, shit, that face Will makes... Mike was all for respecting Will's privacy, not sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, but the Glum and the Grim all over and then just yeah, okay, boat tours... Shit. Will didn't just have to deal with the imPort equivalent of in-laws or a shortage of palm trees to use as Christmas trees or whatever over the holidays.
Mike watches him pour them coffee, appreciates that coffee is coming, but he says nothing. Nothing about boat tours, nothing about staying in one place not being appealing, not a damn thing. When Will turns to give him his coffee, surprise, Mike's not sitting anymore - no, he's standing right there, staring at him. And Will's not just being stared at, Will's being given the look. The flat, expectant, you're full of crap look.]
Somebody's gonna tell me what happened. I'll ask around. Somebody's gonna say—
[Little Fluffy Shithead bursts into the kitchen, makes a happy lap around their legs, and then runs back out again.
Mike looks away, sighs, looks back. Where was he? Oh, yeah.]
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Mike watches him pour them coffee, appreciates that coffee is coming, but he says nothing. Nothing about boat tours, nothing about staying in one place not being appealing, not a damn thing. When Will turns to give him his coffee, surprise, Mike's not sitting anymore - no, he's standing right there, staring at him. And Will's not just being stared at, Will's being given the look. The flat, expectant, you're full of crap look.]
Somebody's gonna tell me what happened. I'll ask around. Somebody's gonna say—
[Little Fluffy Shithead bursts into the kitchen, makes a happy lap around their legs, and then runs back out again.
Mike looks away, sighs, looks back. Where was he? Oh, yeah.]
Somebody's gonna say what happened.