And Will opens it almost immediately. He looks just about as tired as usual, other than the concern he's trying to cover up by paying slightly closer attention to the dogs. Said dogs are happy to have Sweeney's company, Buster running up and bouncing on his hind legs with happy barks, and Winston wagging his tail.

"Hey, come on in," Will says. The place is as comfortable as ever- it's become clear that Will keeps it surprisingly clean, even if it's cluttered. There are always dog beds shifting around and blankets already draped over the couch. A bottle of alcohol and two glasses sit on the coffee table.

Will surreptitiously looks over Harkin as they sit, trying to figure out just how bad things were. Magic healing was mentioned, so maybe he's at least okay physically?