Will's laughter ends on a cough, probably because he hasn't really done it in a while, the same way that talking hurts after a long period of isolation. And laughter isn't the only thing he hasn't done in quite some time... Rosinante's follow-up, that flush in his cheeks, it makes the mind wander a bit.

How long, he wonders, has he been missing these cues? Did they even exist before? Does he even want them to?

"Is that so?" He's terrible at comforting people, and making nice, and all sorts of other common social interactions. But this, this he has experience with. It's not even a conscious choice, really, he just sort of naturally slides into a role he's played so many times he lost count.

He straightens, crosses his arms, and gives Rosinante a bit of a subtle once-over, bottom to top. "You're not so bad yourself."

The tone is playful enough that it could be mistaken for a joke, in case he needs an out, but— god what is he doing, this is insane. Is he actually flirting? Why? Does he want that to go anywhere?

It's a rare moment that Will Ingram doesn't know what he wants, but then, this is indeed a rare moment.