There's no saying anything, might not be for a long time. They'd had mental text time for a good part of it, before things went down, and there had been talking then. All April has had for the past...forever, she doesn't even know. But all there had been was talk.

Fuck talking.

She just wraps her arms around his neck and gives a small jump that's still enough to get her lets wrapped around Will's waist. Fuck walking, too. Fuck that when she can just mold into being part of Will instead, coming back home fully.