Precaution with people came naturally, even those he had walked through the mind of- maybe more so. It was their setting that made him wearier now, as genuine and reflective the night they had when she was blinded had been. The offer of his typical whereabouts was not something he would have mentioned if he did not, in some way, desire her to find him again.
With a nod, he whistled to the dogs to follow. They could play pack wolves in the forest by the dock or lounge on the dock itself while Yelena and Will took a rowboat out to fish.
The descent down the stairs of the hotel and out the lobby with their raiding party leading, Will walked silently. He didn't need to constantly look over at Yelena to know she was trying to figure him out. Will knew those looks intimately. When they stepped out into the setting daylight. Rain clouds turned orange, red and magenta rolling across the skies. Will paused, having processed through the event it assumed was a dream.
"After feeling my scars, were they as you imagined when you finally saw them?" He smirked.