I know that. Intellectually, I know. And I know he manipulated things to make me feel that way, over and over. But still, everything she went through- it's hard to not feel it, like a hole in my chest.
"Your loft's style. Open, with plenty of space to put souvenirs," Will notes, mildly paraphrasing. "Might feel a little empty for our first couple of trips, but we'll fill it up. The outside should be something we could hide...a vehicle might be too anachronistic. Like a tree? Or maybe just a door. I don't know, I'll have to think on that one. Oh- a sort-of Enclosure-like open space for the dogs, maybe. In case we need to keep them in."
He'd meant for it to just be a mild distraction, but it's fun to think about. A home for both of them. Something that feels appropriate.
[ Will nods, his head bobbing in more of a twitch than anything else. He opens his eyes and gives Shaw a weak smile. His eyes shine with unshed tears. ]
"I don't think the Admiral has too many problems with non-Euclidean space. He could probably manage that. Especially if we're traveling between dimensions," Will says, with an amused grin. "Don't you think?"
[Shaw isn't a touchy person, but it's not like she doesn't know how important it is for most people, and how much of a help it can be. Slowly, she shifts towards the edge of the bed and lifts a hand, reaching out so that it hovers near Will's knee - but she stops just short of actually making contact, waiting and watching for his response first. She's prepared to either put her hand on him if he seems like he's amenable, or withdraw immediately if he seems like he's not.]
[ Will sees her reaching out, takes her hand and squeezes it gently before letting it go. He understands the effort put in, and strongly appreciates it. ]
I'm okay- ...I'll be okay. It helps to hear.
Guess I tripped myself up, there. The point was that I am definitely a man who has regrets. And I'm not so egotistical to believe that I won't ever regret a choice I make in the future.
[ He doesn't want her to push herself, is all. But this works fine. ]
Not...really? I don't fear the unknown anymore. In fact, I don't seem to get scared much at all now. Seems like a small silver lining for everything I've been through.
...so I will make the decisions I make, and keep doing the best I can.
"Mmmmm," hums Will, in an agreement full of contentment. "And until we get that set up, we'll be riding on this big boat. Not too many people seem to like it like we do, I've noticed."
That's not to say that Will hasn't been frustrated by it, or messed up by a thing or two. But compared to home, this place is great. Besides, it's the people that he's had problems with, mostly.
“I’ve noticed that,” Malcolm agrees. He pauses, then opens his eyes and tilts his head to look up at Will. “I did tell Shaw that I won’t give you up. I won’t.”
[As soon as he's down the hall a little ways after this conversation, Neal calls Will. He doesn't know if Malcolm is going to do it or if he's going to force himself to stew in his own anxiety for a bit first as personal punishment for whatever he thinks he did wrong.
[He keeps his tone as neutral as possible.] Can you go to Malcolm's? We had a conversation that wasn't exactly easy for either one of us and I don't... I can't stay, but I don't want him to be alone.
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