Silence is fine. For a while, he's content with silence and physical contact, breathing slow and easy as he waits for any high to kick in. Feels like it's a slow process. But if his immunity does nothing than he's sure when it does kick in, it'll be a hell of a whammy. Which is why when he first hears an odd-sounding whimper and looks over to what he perceives as a shadowed dog ambling not too far from them, he has to take another look. Real or imagined? Hell if he can tell, so he pats her stomach urgently and points in the direction of the potentially whiny...dingo?
His pointing grows more urgent...and slightly off from where the thing he possibly is imagining now stands. Four-legged, tailed, all signs that indicate something dog-like. Something dog-like that seems half drunk and suddenly plops down with a yawn showing off big teeth. To Will's eyes, at least.
"There." He is pointing to a spot, like, two feet away from the mystery dingo. "Looks like a dog. You don't? It's laying down."
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Date: 2016-05-17 07:47 pm (UTC)She says, while lounging high in another country. Shhh. She brings one hand up to idly put his shin while she stares at the stars above them.
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Date: 2016-05-18 02:21 am (UTC)"Hey, hey. You—you see it? Hear it too?"
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Date: 2016-05-18 02:29 am (UTC)She closes her eyes to focus, zone in on Will's voice- and it still takes a long moment for her to analyze and assess just what he's asked.
"See what?"
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Date: 2016-05-18 02:39 am (UTC)"There." He is pointing to a spot, like, two feet away from the mystery dingo. "Looks like a dog. You don't? It's laying down."