[The grills: Castor & Pollux]
"Personally, I think it varies." Will replied easily, after another swig. "I know I've been my own antagonist sometimes." He wasn't just talking about the Goddess living in his head. Sometimes, with who he was and what he believed he should do, he tended to get in his own way a lot. He had to admit it and it didn't exactly make his life smooth and easy. He tended to fall into his work, he tended to make some pretty poor life choices when it came to coping. He certainly wouldn't call himself the protagonist of his story, at least not all the time. "But I appreciate not being the bad guy." He smirked, sprinkling some mirth on like sprinkles.
It paired nicely with the warm and bright glow she took on next. Moments like these had always been Will's favorites. When he got glimpses into who a person really was, and it didn't really matter who, everyone from the homeless man with a sign on the corner to the bubbly blonde book lover sitting right in front of him. He sat there, letting her ramble off the books she'd be reading and took in her excitement and promise like a warm summer breeze.
"Might even have a copy of them somewhere in my stuff. If I do, you can borrow 'em." He promised in kind. "And those are some really good books. I had a hard time with the Brontë sisters myself, but I can at least see why they're classics. I loved Dorian Gray and Anne of Green Gables though. Anne Shirley was one of my favorite literary characters for a long time." It might have just be the idyllic kind of setting, he'd never really looked that deep, but he sure did like the book just the same. "There was a TV adaptation that wasn't bad either, if you haven't seen it."
The conversation took a turn for the serious and Will just nodded along as Hannah spoke to show he was listening. He'd never been the interrupting type unless it was important.
"I think being selfish, at least a little bit, is important from time to time. No personal responsibility though? That I think is the kind of thing that gets people caught in a loop of trouble because there's not enough accountability to change things up." His voice was still absent of any judgement, everyone had their own way and Will wasn't sure there was a wrong one outside of a blatantly cruel and malicious life. "I don't think there's any part of it that's uncomfortable to look at. Takes all kinds to make the world go round, but I still think people deserve more sunshine than shadow. Figuratively speaking, and I think 'all pretty'." He put air quotes around the word with his free hand. "Can be real, it just depends on how deep you look. Nobody gets through life without some scrapes, bumps, and scars, but that doesn't mean those can't be pretty in their own way?"
Will didn't personally see the pains of life as a pretty thing, but he understood sometimes the contrast was essential to life. You couldn't know up if you didn't know down and so on. "But I also think that most people should be accepted. I don't get looking down on someone."
"I hear that." He commented about being able to place people because you'd met so many. "Talking is one of the best ways to get to know someone and you're darn right that writing counts." Another sip of beer, this one draining the can which he set on the table before retrieving another and a plate of kabobs to set on the picnic table for her perusal. "But I appreciate the vote of confidence. Here's hoping I can prove you right."
He chuckled again at her expectations of who he might have been, she wasn't even wrong. Not even a little bit.
"Anyone ever told you you're good with figuring people out?" He wouldn't shy away from her accuracy and he turned his attention toward her. He was pretty good at it too, but he'd found himself actively avoiding it outside of work. He wanted to just let people be, to not fall under the burden he sometimes did where he felt an overactive sense of responsibility. "You're pretty spot on there, 'cept maybe for the lost part. Just because I'm not entirely sure where I'm at doesn't make me lost. Pretty sure I'm right where I'm supposed to be." He hadn't opened the beer yet and instead just watched her chew on the pineapple, smiling. "But you're spot on about faith, what I think's over the horizon...like kabobs. You hungry?"