[The funny thing, when April sees Will, is that his mention of needing to put on pants meant "I need to cover myself" because his idea of pants ends up being plaid pajama bottoms that clash bitterly with the plaid shirt he threw on over the white undershirt he tends to sleep in. He's outside, barefoot, every single window open. One finger has a hasty, homemade bandage wrapped around it, and he has the distinct look of someone who is more focused on the person he's expecting instead of the distinct look of someone puzzled by the appearance of raccoons. He's pale and tired and all that, sure, but there's new hope and life coursing through his veins to make it almost seem like he's ready to run a 5k instead of collapse into bed and sleep for a solid day. He lingers next to that dogwood tree naturally, dog-and-tree pack, glancing back at its progress when looking up the road gives him no April.
But, oh, when she finally does come into view, he's got eyes for nothing and no one else, snaps out of standing around and waiting and looking quickly, pushing off to meet her. Meet her halfway, maybe? She could stop and let him bridge the full gap, there is a Will Graham-shaped train coming at her regardless.]
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Date: 2015-03-24 04:18 am (UTC)[The funny thing, when April sees Will, is that his mention of needing to put on pants meant "I need to cover myself" because his idea of pants ends up being plaid pajama bottoms that clash bitterly with the plaid shirt he threw on over the white undershirt he tends to sleep in. He's outside, barefoot, every single window open. One finger has a hasty, homemade bandage wrapped around it, and he has the distinct look of someone who is more focused on the person he's expecting instead of the distinct look of someone puzzled by the appearance of raccoons. He's pale and tired and all that, sure, but there's new hope and life coursing through his veins to make it almost seem like he's ready to run a 5k instead of collapse into bed and sleep for a solid day. He lingers next to that dogwood tree naturally, dog-and-tree pack, glancing back at its progress when looking up the road gives him no April.
But, oh, when she finally does come into view, he's got eyes for nothing and no one else, snaps out of standing around and waiting and looking quickly, pushing off to meet her. Meet her halfway, maybe? She could stop and let him bridge the full gap, there is a Will Graham-shaped train coming at her regardless.]