{ Will knows he probably looks odd out in an open area, coming back to understand a silence he can’t seem to leave. It’s an inkling of an obsession. He’s actually grateful to hear someone else as if a spell has been broken before it became more of the curse it’s always been. }

Huh? Oh. { He stares at the young girl’s hand, comes to his senses, and reaches out to shake it. He usually doesn’t like when people come near, but he gathers he might as well be polite. He hasn’t lost that in the confusion. Will gives her hand a light shake, then immediately retreats his hand as to not intrude longer than necessary. He’s never sure of other’s boundaries, but he knows his own. }

Will. It’s okay, Dani. I don’t know why I keep coming back here. I would go fishing and figured it’ll be my end one day. Have you ever thought about dying while doing something you loved? { Part-truths, always steering him. }