[A caged-by-April Will Graham is just as happy as an out-at-sea Will Graham, unsurprisingly. He flattens himself against the bed when she hooks her feet into him, tilts his head when fingers take loose hold of his hair. He's been in a variety of cages before, and none of them were anywhere near as desirable as this. He couldn't leave his others. With April, he doesn't want to throw the doors open and run free. It's a wonderful difference and an experience he'd almost been ready to give up on ever finding.]
You're already pretty good at knowing who to talk to and who to avoid. [That tug seems to have also been connected to an invisible line at one end of his mouth, if the half-smile she gets from him is anything to go by. It is way better...Will won't have any reservations with what force is necessary. Of course, maybe that means Walter won't, either. Very good, he might give Will reason to go to extremes if things get heated, and Will won't stand there like an idiot who can't speak due to shock and terror.] Walter White's not here now and I imagine he'll be avoiding the Network, so...
[His arms move to gently rest at her sides as he watches her with a hint of awe, fingers idly tapping against his favorite plaid shirt she's so wonderfully holding hostage. Yes, he's seen the two of them talk, but now she has a name. A name that, should he come knocking to her door, she knows to stare at carefully.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 06:12 pm (UTC)You're already pretty good at knowing who to talk to and who to avoid. [That tug seems to have also been connected to an invisible line at one end of his mouth, if the half-smile she gets from him is anything to go by. It is way better...Will won't have any reservations with what force is necessary. Of course, maybe that means Walter won't, either. Very good, he might give Will reason to go to extremes if things get heated, and Will won't stand there like an idiot who can't speak due to shock and terror.] Walter White's not here now and I imagine he'll be avoiding the Network, so...
[His arms move to gently rest at her sides as he watches her with a hint of awe, fingers idly tapping against his favorite plaid shirt she's so wonderfully holding hostage. Yes, he's seen the two of them talk, but now she has a name. A name that, should he come knocking to her door, she knows to stare at carefully.]
...shouldn't be a problem.