It wasn't what he'd expected, nor what he'd imagined, though perhaps it was better. He'd thought himself alluded into some hallucination – a delusion of false fantasy, but she looked like she was dying. She wasn't the person he recalled, and where he'd wanted to smooth his palm over her jaw and leave rashes of kisses.. It wasn't the same. It wasn't Will. Her eyes wide and uncertain, but everything else was wrong and it only hurt him more because a part of him wondered if he'd done this. And another part of him wondered how he could let anyone else have the chance. "Oh."
"Will.." He hated the thought that she might have, in her disappointed eyes roaming the height of him. He was. And he expected maybe that it hurt her for him to look fine, as much as it jolted some system in his heart to know that she was not. "Are you sick?"
"No." He didn't know whether to believe the word drawn out too long. Her eyes flashed over him again, but he worst disliked the part where she met his eyes. She was neither happy, nor upset. He didn't like the inability to read her, nor the ability to know that maybe it was because there was nothing to read. No jump to the pulse - he hadn't felt one. That wasn't Will that he'd been sure to be in love with. "Where's the jacket?"
"It's on my back-" He left his moth gaping slightly for a few extra seconds, when he realized finally that she'd meant that of Julian's, rather than the one he was wearing, but he swallowed as his eyes caught the flicker of a smile and breath of humour she tried to hide in looking away. "It's in my room."
At that her eyes came back to him being their focus, but there was something there that made him remember how pretty she was; her face tilted unconsciously with interest, and her eyes curious with a guilt, because.. She didn't want to ask him. He'd forgotten. That he could read every move she made.
"I live here now." The whispered twitch of her lips happened again, and he felt a small smile bracing him as he wished he didn't feel so humble of saying things. "Julian is having a house built.. I think that I'm going to live there. And Drake, I think he-"
"Is his wife alright?"
"His what?" Caleb felt his mind going blank at that moment, before he realized how long he'd been absent, and his memories did hold something of Aldarn asking him to please get up. Caleb knew how Drake liked Will, and his emerald eyes studied her carefully as she watched him watching her. "How did you know he was married?"
"I was there. You weren't." Silence proceeded then, when Will's almost berating smirk dropped and she paled. He could feel her looking for someone other than him. "I- I'm looking for Elyon."
He wish that he could just wake up. Skipping the part where everything was ruined, because she looked more and more like Will every time one of them said something. "So was I. Impudent minx wont stay still."
His grin dropped the moment their eyes had met; the sound of Will trying to swallow a snort of laughter having suddenly had turned her into an Angel. But both of them knew it wasn't funny. And both of them knew more about him for anything to last. He only coughed and walked on, wondering if she'd follow.