Depends on what it is. If it's just some personal thing or. Something bigger. [Something like murder, he means. He doesn't say it. He doesn't need to. April Knows.] If it's personal, that's that. Something else...have to go from there in that case.
[The foot that isn't being rubbed, and the leg attached to it, lifts and moves so her knee is hooked around the back of his neck, drawing him in closer to her level. While letting him awkwardly, in his hunched over state, still rub her other foot.
She'd promised, herself if not him, that she wasn't here to police. Just wanted to know.]
[It is awkward, but he molds into it without any hint of issue. Aching joints are ignored. Easy to do so when he has April to focus on.]
Never, no. [gosh!!!] Whatever happens, I wanna. I wanna watch it. The show. [The shitty zombie-themed Bachelor show. Rarely has Will confessed this level of deranged, depraved, and horrible desire. April truly has seen him at his worst.] You're gonna watch it with me, aren't you.
[Sacrifices are rewarded! April gets a little tongue (oh yeah) in that return kiss.]
Only horrible if you're not there. [Foot rub moves up, Will's positioning grows more awkward in an effort to be less awkward and more intimate, planting his face against her stomach.] Shower?
I dunno yet! [What he does know is that if he can get a good hold on her, he's totally going to just walk them both to the shower. Even if that involves carrying. By God he's gonna do it.] You'll be the first to know when I do know, how's that? Maybe they'll want you to come around. You'd look great on TV.
[Whatever he wants is apparently shifting to carry her bridal style into the bathroom, holding her close as can be.]
Mitch? This isn't up his alley. Isn't a show for kitchen appliances. [He has heard the toaster joke enough to not question it but accept it.] M'sure you could stop by. Backstage stuff. VIP pass. Whole nine yards.
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Date: 2016-09-03 12:58 am (UTC)Not really. More thinking about keeping an eye on this guy. See what he's up to.
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Date: 2016-09-03 01:08 am (UTC)What happens if he's up to something?
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Date: 2016-09-03 01:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-03 01:34 am (UTC)She'd promised, herself if not him, that she wasn't here to police. Just wanted to know.]
Don't bring the work into the house.
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Date: 2016-09-03 01:51 am (UTC)Never, no. [gosh!!!] Whatever happens, I wanna. I wanna watch it. The show. [The shitty zombie-themed Bachelor show. Rarely has Will confessed this level of deranged, depraved, and horrible desire. April truly has seen him at his worst.] You're gonna watch it with me, aren't you.
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Date: 2016-09-03 01:59 am (UTC)[ she sacrifices a little of her own back and joints, using those stomach muscles to lean up and give him a quick kiss.]
We'll never miss it.
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Date: 2016-09-03 02:43 am (UTC)Only horrible if you're not there. [Foot rub moves up, Will's positioning grows more awkward in an effort to be less awkward and more intimate, planting his face against her stomach.] Shower?
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Date: 2016-09-03 02:49 am (UTC)Nu-uh. You gotta tell me all about show biz. Gonna tell people ever single why they're going to be forever alone?
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Date: 2016-09-03 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-03 03:05 am (UTC)[She goes limp. You can carry her Will, you can do whatever you want with her, as realization dawns.]
The campaign. I can't. But...Maybe we can get Mitch on as a celebrity guest.
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Date: 2016-09-03 03:12 am (UTC)Mitch? This isn't up his alley. Isn't a show for kitchen appliances. [He has heard the toaster joke enough to not question it but accept it.] M'sure you could stop by. Backstage stuff. VIP pass. Whole nine yards.