[Delivered with ease as Will moved back to the door. He followed her look out the window before dropping his gaze to her bare feet, giving him a decidedly demure, humble sort of appearance. Necessary when...]
The others didn't care for him. Not like you do. [A confession, perhaps, but mixing potential insult to the dearly departed with potential flattery to Raina seemed the best path to take. Quiet comforts instead of overt, obvious. A balance to keep anything from being too overwhelming when that seemed the last thing needed for either of them right now.] Be back in a few minutes.
[A few minutes more like fifteen, wherein he gives a knock on the door before he carefully enters...with a duffel bag, a plastic bag, and an elegantly carved vase that likely came from an anniversary or birthday flower surprise. Not that Will is giving those details but it looks far too nice for just wildflowers from the outside. If she wants to be handed one, he'll do so, but otherwise the duffel bag gets set on the edge of her chosen bed as he goes to stock up the little fridge with bottled water, bags of fruit (grapes, strawberries, kiwis), and fancy good-for-your-digestion yogurts. The duffel bag has a plethora of pajamas that look like something a young woman would pick up, a medley of fashionable, cute, and nature patterns, as well as a few slightly big t-shirts and baggy pants the likes Raina came over in. It's just a stuffed bag of comfortable wear.]
This should tide you over for a few days.
[He isn't an animal, though. Raina will find, if she isn't watching, that there have been a handful of chocolate bars stuffed in the fridge too. Because literally anyone coping with the Porter messing with their love life deserves chocolate.]
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[Delivered with ease as Will moved back to the door. He followed her look out the window before dropping his gaze to her bare feet, giving him a decidedly demure, humble sort of appearance. Necessary when...]
The others didn't care for him. Not like you do. [A confession, perhaps, but mixing potential insult to the dearly departed with potential flattery to Raina seemed the best path to take. Quiet comforts instead of overt, obvious. A balance to keep anything from being too overwhelming when that seemed the last thing needed for either of them right now.] Be back in a few minutes.
[A few minutes more like fifteen, wherein he gives a knock on the door before he carefully enters...with a duffel bag, a plastic bag, and an elegantly carved vase that likely came from an anniversary or birthday flower surprise. Not that Will is giving those details but it looks far too nice for just wildflowers from the outside. If she wants to be handed one, he'll do so, but otherwise the duffel bag gets set on the edge of her chosen bed as he goes to stock up the little fridge with bottled water, bags of fruit (grapes, strawberries, kiwis), and fancy good-for-your-digestion yogurts. The duffel bag has a plethora of pajamas that look like something a young woman would pick up, a medley of fashionable, cute, and nature patterns, as well as a few slightly big t-shirts and baggy pants the likes Raina came over in. It's just a stuffed bag of comfortable wear.]
This should tide you over for a few days.
[He isn't an animal, though. Raina will find, if she isn't watching, that there have been a handful of chocolate bars stuffed in the fridge too. Because literally anyone coping with the Porter messing with their love life deserves chocolate.]