"The dogs can be far more social than I am, but if you can't find me in the bar or in my room you can usually find me fishing." Opening the closet, he pulled out the fishing pole he had taken from the shed a few weeks ago. With how the hotel picked and chose what returned to its proper place and what didn't made no logical sense- not that much did beyond that either.
A ripped shirt acted as a place to hang the feathered lures he had been making as he had no tackle box for it. "Come on. We can stop at the shed behind the hotel that has more fishing poles unless you mind sharing the one."
Will could see a lot about people, but he did not always pick up on the mundane choices. She could learn to fish by watching him, having him show her on the one pole, but not want to actively fish alongside him. Or she might want her own to partly figure out the feel without interruption. Will wasn't ignoring the attraction between them but allowing it to sit in his brain to be picked apart in case of outside influence. He had heard of what happened around Valentine's day.