Re: [The grills: Castor & Pollux]
Will listened to her with easy to read interest. Equally as easy to read was his mildly clouded resignation to her point. He didn't like to admit the world was that way, but he'd seen too much to deny the truth in her words. He wasn't the least bit bothered by the topics though and he was actually very much enjoying talking to her like they had in writing.
"You're not wrong that there are people out there who make choices for us. I like to look at the good parts, I'm sure that's obvious by now, but that doesn't mean I don't see what you're saying as right too. Everyone's got their own experiences that change how they see things." Seeing that, or being willing to step back and consider it at the very least, was part of what made him so good at both the civil service jobs he'd taken in his life. "Sometimes we say or do things meaning one it one way and it gets taken a whole different way. I've been on the unfortunate end of that miscommunication plenty of times. Do I think we're responsible for it? At least partially sure, we've got take ownership of what we did that made someone feel a certain way even if that's not what we meant." Will would stand behind those words too.
"Oh I don't know if I'd say that." He chuckled at the comment he fit in the world. "Maybe once upon a time that was true, but I'm okay with not fitting now."
Are you? Sigyn interrupted him, presuming he was talking about her when he certainly was not. At least not entirely. Will ignored her in response, as had become his norm now that he was staying sober enough to keep himself at the wheel.
"I do and think a lot of things that people just don't understand. I take in complete strangers off the streets when it's raining. I spend more of my time on other people than I do on myself. I'm not too attached to the shirt on my back, so to speak." She'd asked to be convinced and, as Will saw it, these were the things that smoothed would-be edges into rounded shapes. Even if she'd been teasing, it had seemed a good flow with what they'd been talking about.
"I try not to hide who I am." His words were semantically important. "But I won't say I don't from time to time. It's more just not volunteering things than it is hiding. If someone asks a question, I'll answer though." He paused to look at her as her turned the kabobs, his expression painted into a smirk. "Present company included." Will thought that was important to add. "But if you tell me you're yellow, I'm going to say you're yellow." He paused then to turn to face her as the last kabob was turned.
"You ever find that funny, how we just assume what I see as yellow and what you see as yellow might not be the same but we just assume they are?" He thought it might be the kind of question she might appreciate and it was something he thought about with some regularity.
He laughed, not at her but warmly, when she said she was annoyed by the characters in the book. It was an understanding, relatable kind of sound and he just nodded along until she turned the serious question on him seemingly out of nowhere. Not wanting to seem like a charlatan or a man who said things he didn't follow through on.
"My old life fell apart." Which was true. "And I kind of just wandered around until I found my way here. I was looking for something, and I'm still not sure what, but I like whatever it is I've stumbled upon here. The postcards helped cinch it up real well." An easy smile followed, he'd meant it as a compliment toward Hannah. "This place sure isn't like any other place I've been and it's got some of that small town feel I've been missing since I left the small town I grew up in."