While one hand of Will's fiddles with her hair, the dog has moved in for the kill...by curling up just behind her back and flopping down against the curve there. A watchful guardian ready to spring into action should it be necessary, but definitely getting a cuddly nap first. And not long after that, the foot of the bed creaks, another dog having joined in. Another part of April's home coming around to form a protective circle.

Will, once settled, doesn't move an inch. Doesn't have a reason to. Doesn't have any intention on finally falling asleep (not unless April falls asleep first, and probably not for a good hour after staring at her sleeping even then). No pressure to ask what happened, no overwhelming urge to tell her he loves her a million times over (she knows), just the singular delight of being back together in their bed. If silence and sheer security is all April wants, then that is exactly what she's going to get. Communicators buzzing or beeping, phones ringing...nothing short of the fire alarm shrieking while the sound and smell of fire clearly wafts through the house is going to break the whole April getting what she wants.

What she needs.