action;
[ The chain of command he can settle into, but some things about what they're going to face are things where he's going to have to adapt a hell of a lot more than he was ready for. Working with civilians, working with Borg, dead crewmates. People from the 23rd century. It was going to be very much like walking on egg-shells from the perspective of the Temporal Prime Directive, and considering it was one of the things that he'd been charged with - both breaking it himself and assisting in it - he wasn't excessively happy about the daily risk of doing so again.
Of course it wasn't the only conversation he'd had. Picard had made him briefly doubt Deanna's pull point. But after their conversation here, now, after witnessing her tears, there was no longer any doubt for him. They'd come from the same moment. It explained a great deal, and Will was pleased that he hadn't even had to ask, that it resonated so clearly between the two of them.
It had been a long, and trying day. Two days, pressed into one, and Will...the only thing he wanted, the only thing he was most looking forward to, was curling up in bed beside his wife and ending this terrible day once and for all. That would be his comfort, his relief. She was the counseling he needed.
Soaping through her hair was easy enough. When he'd finished, he moved his hands to her shoulders, gently urging her to turn back toward him, to step back under the torrent of water. ]
You have nothing to worry about. We're together, and now we know that we can do it. No matter how hard it tries, no matter what it takes. I love you, Deanna.