[Oh God, the threat of tears. Tears he's caused, like this, are far different than the ones he's most familiar with. The tears of survivors, the tears of a victim's family and friends. The tears of a serial killer essentially telling Will to give up and die after razing the world around them both before he just leaves. He looks down, the smile crossing his face a strained odd sort, a face unsure what to do but feeling something friendly and soft the best bet.]

I'd say...especially after our last conversation. [Because it took two to tango, always had, and Will was very well aware he had the capacity to be a petty little shit, even before he'd been schooled in such behavior by who was arguably the best (or just the most vicious about it all).] I dunno what's in store for us, none of us do. But...keeping an eye out for each other, that's. That's the least I can do, Raina, really.