Will wasn't much of a shy or bashful man himself, but maybe there was a little of a teen boy in him, who was feeling this type of nervous fluttering in his stomach for the first time. He loved her. It was amazing to be that vulnerable with someone, to be that honest. He would say he wore his heart on his sleeve a lot of the time, but this was different. She was blushing and he was grinning in response to it. "Remember when we wondered what it would be like, if we were together in person?" He remembered every word they ever exchanged.
His breath caught when she leaned in, and there went that fluttering in his stomach again. Her lips were soft and her taste was familiar, like they'd done it so many times by now he should have lost count. He might not have believed any of this if it was happening to someone else, if it was happening to his partner. He'd be skeptical, and that's why he kept it to himself to the people around him. But he kissed her back and it lingered, like a brand on his skin. "I don't know. I'm not sure I believe what they say without testing it. I'm not feeling very trusting of strangers or of strangers in authority positions." He was instantly worried about what it could potentially mean. Just because there wasn't any danger yet, didn't mean there never would be.
But she was there. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, and she was. The words couldn't be enough, so he pressed her hand to his heart and willed her to feel what he did. Love and hope and maybe a healthy touch of fear, since this was intense. He knew what this place was to her, so he carefully pushed off the bed. His legs felt less like they were slogging. He ached a little, but Will had worse. "If I lean on you, are you going to fall over?" He smiled faintly. "I won't put all my weight on you."