Will and Yelena
Patience was a fickle thing for Yelena. Technically speaking, she was well-versed in it. Another skill the Red Room taught. Left to her own devices, however, Yelena was having to come to terms with a hedonistic drive that sometimes made her a bit eager and reckless.
"Will you teach me that, too?" she asked. She wanted to soak up knowledge wherever she could, now that she was free to do whatever she liked. Yelena managed to secure the worm and tried to copy Will's actions, casting the line out.
Yelena was already caught, though not in the way that Will worried about when casting his line. In the short time since they met, Yelena found herself seeking him out again and again, for one reason or another. There was a level of intrigue there, but also a sense of not to pry too deeply. A delicate balance.
After a short while of comfortable silence, she asked, "Who taught you to fish?" She thought it might be a parent, as it usually is, but she didn't want to assume that was the case for Will. Yelena knew better than most that childhoods could be a touchy subject.