"You don't need to apologize for anything, Riley." Will squeezed her hand firmly. It was easier said than done, he knew that much. Feeling apologetic wasn't the same thing as deserving to feel that way. The mountain did get bad, and he was scared at the time, that he wouldn't manage to get through to her. But he chose to steal a little of Capheus' optimism, and believe in the best. "You pushed through and kept me alive. I'm grateful." He couldn't imagine living through an experience like what she did, and trying to keep sane afterward. He only wished he could make it better.
"Maine's a quiet state. I don't know that much about it outside of that, also that there's a lot of wildlife. And lobster, if you like shellfish." Will was used to Chicago, which had its own sort of attitude and darkness. And life. A sleepy quiet town was far from his home, but after all their excitement, he was fine with a little of that. It would give them time to regroup. He was lulled into a naturally content state with her standing close to him. So sure. He could put up with peace for now.
"Yeah, it didn't make sense the first time ... it didn't make much more sense the second time. But I could only blame the drugs for the first." Will smiled and reached out with his other hand to tentatively touch her cheek. He was searching for her gaze; they didn't need to touch or lock eyes to communicate. They were too special for that. But he liked it anyway. It was just navigating the new waters and his welcome into her personal space that he was learning. It was one thing for them to stumble into each other accidentally, but now they could control it better. He wanted to be welcome.
"I'm not sure what I believe, but I can't exactly say no to magic existing considering what we are. The problem is, we're stuck." No Chicago for him or Iceland for her. Will felt uneasy about being forced to stand still.