One hand goes to her butt. It's not a sexy welcome home sort of gesture, it's purely supportive. Making sure that even if her legs turned to jelly, she still had something to fall back on. A reminder he was right there, ready to catch her if need be, ready to do whatever it took so they wouldn't be split up again any time soon. His other arm around her back, he's content to stay just like for what may be entirely too long, all things considered. Except time is for other people because right now Will's world boils down to April and nothing else. No time, no odd clothing, no shattered coffee mug, no coffee on the floor, just April.

Eventually, though, he does move past the slow rocking back and forth thing to actually making their (their!!! April is back, they're a their in each other's presence again!!!) way to the house. His stride is odd but his steps are sure because even if he's willing to drop himself in the ocean, he is absolutely not willing to drop April three feet to the ground. Fortunately he hadn't shut the door when he ran out. And he doesn't shut it when he goes back through, either. Nothing is more important than April here and now and that includes leaving the door wide open. Let the neighbors see. Let Eduardo and company come home without any obstacles. Let him hold her in the foyer to their home for a few seconds before breaking that unspoken vow of silence with a simple:

"Where to first, dear?"

Will will carry her wherever the hell she wants, no questions asked.