Things were going better in Wilson's eyes. Houses were now up and people starting to live in them, and well… the place was starting to look more like a village.

Still got a few more to build and touch up but least it's all coming together. Just glad everyone can be comfortable.

He hummed in thought, not really paying attention to his journal he was writing in. He looked around, seeing the others going about their day. He smiled gently as he saw William and Charlie pass by, both laughing over something the other said.

So glad to see him doing better.

He glanced around again, his eyes soon catching sight of Willow. The young woman was enjoying herself, playing with Chester who was carrying a few logs in his mouth.

"Rarmf! Rarmf!"

"Silly boy!" She laughed. "Give me those! I need them for the fire tonight!"

"Rarmf!"

Heh… Cute.

"Chester!" Willow managed to finally scoop him up into her arms. "Silly boy! If you're not going to give them to me… Then I'll just have to carry you!"

"Rawr!"

Wilson didn't even realize he was staring at her… or what he was even writing down in his journal… till someone spoke up.

"Never thought I'd see you lost in thought."

Wilson straightened up a bit to see it was Woodie standing right behind him, looking over his shoulder.

"W-Woodie what do you mean? I'm not lost in thought." Wilson looked at his journal. "I-I'm not…"

"Then what's that?" Woodie asked, pointing down to what Wilson just wrote… which was Willow's name… with a heart next to it.

Wilson felt his face heat up. There was also a sketch of her playing with Chester, a heart framing her face.

I… I couldn't help it… S-She was just so happy.

Woodie couldn't help but smirk.

"Wilson… you're about as red as a flame. Got something to confess?"

Wilson stammered a bit.

"W-What ever do-do you mean? I-I'm fine. I-I'm fine. T-These symptoms are-are nothing to be concerned over.."

"I wouldn't say concerned more… I dunno… Okay, maybe concerned over the fact you might be denying yourself something I think you honestly deserve."

Wilson tilted his head.

"Denying myself? What do you mean by that?"

"Want me to be blunt or vague?"

"... Be honest with me."

"Alright." Woodie gestured over to Willow. "I think you and Willow deserve each other."

Wilson's eyes grew wide, dropping his journal.

"PARDON ME!?"

Woodie brought a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Oh goodness, you really are in denial."

Wilson's face was bright red.

"Why!? I-I… Why would she even want to be with someone as crazy as I am? An-And for that matter, t-things like-like courting never ended well-"

"Wilson, be honest with me, have you even tried?"

He looked around, picking up his journal before leading Woodie to a more secluded spot.

"The most I've ever had as far as courting goes was trying to ask ladies to dance at family events and being sabotaged."

"Ah, I see." Woodie crossed his arms. "Well, good news, this is much different."

"Woodie, I'm going to be 100% honest, I can not, for the life of me… do… courting… I just… I don't know the cues… and…"

"Wilson." Woodie gave a stern look. "There is no one right way to do courting. Any courtship is tailored to each couple, depending on the circumstances and what the two are like. Lucy and I? We bonded over things like just spending time together on the farmland, talking about life, helping her cook, or, her favorite thing, folk dancing which I learned so I could spend that time with her and make her happy. I see something like that with you and Willow."

"Well… we do spend a lot of time together." Wilson looked to where Willow had headed off to. "And I do like doing anything that makes her happy. Even if it's just sitting by the fire talking the night away… and she helps me with the twins. They adore her like a mother… and… I'm hard pressed to be upset when I'm with her. Even when she's gotten on my nerves a few times."

"And on top of that I've seen you help her with her little nervous breakdowns over that lingering trauma she has from her asylum days. You stay calm and collected and just hold her. Not a lot of people can do that."

Wilson's gaze softened. "She doesn't deserve to suffer. If I can help her be calm and help her deal with her trauma in any way I can, I will. I even made her that thermal stone she carries around when she's stressed out."

"Which is a sign of how well you know her, Wilson. You know what makes her happy and you strive for that. Friends can be like that, sure… but… you've been kind of gazing at her lately like you were just now. Had that wistful look… probably admiring her beauty."

Wilson felt his face heat up again.

"S-She was being cute… and she is quite lovely."

"Agreed, I think she's rather pretty too. I'm just already committed to Lucy. But you… Wilson, I think you're starting to show genuine feelings for her, considering your little journal doodle."

Wilson looked down at the book, looking at the sketch… and knowing that it wasn't the only one.

"And it's not the only sketch."

"May I?"

Wilson nodded, handing it over.

Woodie flipped through it. He chuckled, seeing there were sketches of some of the other survivors too. The twins playing with Webber, William and Charlie chatting with each other, there was even a sketch of Woodie himself in there too just chopping down trees.

"Never pinned you for a drawer." Woodie said as he kept flipping through.

"I've always had a knack for it. Learning how to draw came in handy with things like planning out blueprints or coming up with diagrams for school assignments." Wilson rubbed the back of his neck. "I just never really let anyone look before."

"I see." Woodie chuckled, looking at some other sketches before one caught his attention.

It was a picture of Willow sitting by a campfire, her long hair down for once that she was brushing, her face illuminated by the fire, a content expression present. Though no hearts were present, Woodie could tell there was a lot of feeling with just the details alone.

"Wow…" Woodie whispered. "She… really is something, ain't she?"

Wilson looked at the drawing, a warm look in his eyes. "She is… we just… click. I feel like I can talk to her about anything and everything… We work together just fine and I trust her with my life."

"I see." Woodie flipped the page, seeing a drawing of two hands intertwined with each other. One hand had a glove on it, the other didn't. Woodie didn't need to ask. He knew whose hands they were. Underneath the hands was the word "maybe". "What's this one all about?"

Wilson was quiet for a moment before he sighed.

"... Maybe I could see a life with her… If she'd have me.."

"... Oh you got it bad." Woodie grinned. "You ARE in love with her."

Wilson was bright red adjusting his collar. 'I-I uh, uh… Um…"

Woodie chuckled.

"Oh and you're tongue tied. Yup, it's official. Our local scientist is in love with the pyro."

"She is so much more than just "The Pyro" she's a lovely young woman with a wonderful personality-!"

Woodie just smiled as Wilson stopped short.

"Yes. Go on." Woodie nodded.

Wilson cleared his throat nervously.

"I'm… I'm very fond of her… and…" He looked to the side. "When I was… was stuck as a spirit, nothing hurt more than seeing her suffer over my not being there. I hate seeing her hurt. I want her happy. I want to be there for her."

"You want to be by her side and if possible, you'd want to spend most of your time in this world with her."

"Yes… I want all of that and more." Wilson sighed. "I… I can't believe I'm saying it… but you're right. I am in love with her… I just… don't want to rush her. Not after all she's been through"

"And I'm not telling you to rush it, Wilson." Woodie placed a hand on his shoulder. "Go at your own pace. All I'm saying is don't deny yourself of the idea of being able to have that chance."

Wilson nodded quickly. "I-I know… I won't. I'll take it nice and easy."

"Just be you. That's what she likes about you the most because there's no one else quite like you."

Wilson smiled warmly. "You think so, huh?"

"Positive." Woodie grinned. "You'll find that courage to tell her, but for now..." He handed him back his journal. "You can keep your little fantasies to yourself."

Wilson held it close to him.

"Thank you, Woodie."

"You're welcome and I promise I won't tell anyone. This is our little secret."

"Thank you." Wilson smirked. "You're a good friend."

Woodie chuckled.

"I do my best… and oh lookie, there's Willow."

Wilson perked up, looking around.

"Where? Where?"

Woodie pointed over to the fire pit, Wilson following his finger, seeing the woman putting logs in.

Ah… So cute. Woodie smiled to himself. Just mentioning her presence gets him all excited.

"I… think I'm going to go help her with those." Wilson grinned.

"Go do that." Woodie patted him on the back. "I'm sure she'd love that."

Wilson nodded, hurrying off to the fire pit, helping her immediately.

"You know, they remind me of how we were at first." Lucy spoke up, having been quiet the entire time.

"That they do. Heh… the other lumberjacks just loved giving me a hard time about getting all dreamy eyed around you."

"But you figured it out. Just like they will."

"Darn right." Woodie smiled, watching Wilson and Willow laugh over something. "Just need a little push is all."

"Indeed and they deserve each other."

"Yeah. After all they been through, I don't see why not."

Especially Wilson.

He deserves to be happy.