He is reassured by that, yes. He doesn't like the idea that someone has been having strong feelings for him for a long, long time, and he being none the wiser. It's a combination of upsetting and irritating. Thankfully, he doesn't have to worry about it.

All he has to worry about now is analyzing his own thoughts endlessly to figure out where the change occurred on his end.

"I still feel bad about that. Stabbing you, that is." He's never really spoken about what happened down there, what he experienced while he was apparently dying. Everyone else looked shaken up enough in the end, so they never asked. Which is just as well, because he wouldn't have answered. In any case, it doesn't quite justify almost killing someone over a dream.

"And you know, I don't think it would bother me much with anyone else." He snorts. "Which sounds awful, I realize, but it feels worse to lie about it at this point. You might as well know what you're getting yourself into." As if he doesn't already.

And that thought stops Will for a second. He looks back at Rosinante with an expression of curiosity.

"Actually, I think you might know better than anyone else. And it never drove you away." Even when he might've been trying.