Will huffed a soft laugh. Art and Michaela. He still couldn't wrap his head round how that'd happened, but he couldn't deny that it seemed to've done them both some good. Hard not to notice that since they'd got together, Art's vehemence about The Man being tight on their tails had lost some of its steam. Seemed like these days he was putting less of his energy into constructing booby traps and keeping tallies of folk who walked by the Fox, and more into running CopWatch patrols and rigging up streetside fridges of fresh food. "Least we know they're both in safe hands," Will chuckled.