One word is all that's needed. Will heads off in that direction immediately. Despite any odd smells from being kept with other people (the worst) for so long, Will keeps his face tilted in her direction as much as possible. He has to see, after all, but there's a very clear vibe he'd just as eagerly curl up with her for the rest of the day if she wanted. The dog on their bed doesn't bounce forward, but gives April a welcome home by way of happy drooling tongue and wagging tail, which Will doesn't even seem to notice. He's received orders. All that matters now is fulfilling it.

Keeping April just as closely and securely against him while leaning to turn on the hot water is done without any fumbling or awkward positioning. Until he kneels next to the tub, effectively holding her in his lap, leaning back so he can get a better look at her, what she's got on, one hand loosely taking hold of the shirt's hem.

"Arms up," mumbled, but with a tone to get across just how pleased he is she's back, absolutelfondness and adoration written over his face, in his voice, his body language. April wants a bath, she'll get one. He'll see to that himself.