She laughed, though it was not to dismiss his point. He was right, they hadn't been acquainted for very long. They didn't know each other all that well. But they knew enough. Enough to recognize mutual darkness. Enough for Yelena to be surprisingly comfortable with him. Abigail had said Will was a good guy, one of the only good guys back home for her, and that he was trustworthy. That was good enough for Yelena, at least for now.
"Useful, hm?"
Yelena leaned back against the the edge of the garden shed. She wasn't particularly fussed about getting sticks and leaves in her hair. She's dealt with worse. Will had already put himself close to her, with his hand on his waist. All she needed to do was reach forward and hook a finger into his waistband. Barely reaching in between denim and warm skin. Still ran hot. She ran her nail along the strip of skin beneath the waistband, remembering how much he seemed to enjoy that last time, before trying to tug him forward slightly.
"Because you're teaching me fishing? And you're maybe about to teach psychology?"
He was wearing the shirt that she gave to him beneath another shirt, a button down. The man liked his layers. She would enjoy peeling him out of them. A metaphorical undressing. Possibly also a literal one.