Will looks down as he lets out a chuckle. When he's with Malcolm, it's always a little more shy, as if he's endlessly surprised and delighted by Malcolm's feelings towards him.

"That makes all of us, then," he replies, squeezing Malcolm's hand, then letting it go to bend down and pet the dogs. Franklin seems to be a part of the pack already, wagging and stumbling his way over to the door. He comes up to Malcolm and puts his paws on Malcolm's leg, leaning against him.

Will grins and makes sure they all get a sufficient amount of pets. He can tell they're going to have to schedule a lot of dog time when they're traveling, and won't that be a luxury?