"It might be. Fishing is first though," he smirked.
After he had his pants on, he took the shirt Yelena had returned and pulled it on to cover all the scars he had let her trace far too intimately while she was blind. Finally, he grabbed a button-down to return to those layers he felt the most comfortable in. It could be the dead of summer and Will would choose to layer his clothes- a simple visual indicator of how he preferred to keep people away that even the simplest could unconsciously pick up on. Yelena had been allowed to venture beyond those layers.
"It can be difficult to tell what reality really is in this hotel and what is part of my... imagination," he admitted. His abilities worked hand-in-hand with a very active imagination. Crossing his arms, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. "I told you the blindness wouldn't last forever."