"I don't settle," he says, and though his voice is serious enough, the teasing is plenty evident in his eyes, and the upward quirk of his lips. "Kind of hard to settle when I normally don't even let people get to know me."

Ugh, that's the fortune teller coming back to haunt him again. He winces slightly, then laughs it off as he tries to turn that into some kind of recovery. "If I wasn't interested in you, and who you are, all of it - good and bad - then I wouldn't be here with you right now. We have different philosophies, but that's okay. It's differences that make people interesting."

The hand on Will's chest trails down his arm, until his own large fingers wrap around Will's and pull them upward, trying to direct them to his side, or bicep, or something. That he's still mostly standing there, leaning without even really moving to embrace him or anything is sort of awkwardly endearing, but a little encouragement might be helpful, he figures.