[He's completely unaware of being found attractive at this moment. He's pretty unused it, truth be told. People are all up in his face for information or a chance to crack into his nutty head, April outright saying he had good looks was a new one. He's...not picking up on anything that gets into "I am not a hideous dog on the outside, sometimes people notice this."

He doesn't notice that his nose wrinkles exactly as hers did when she asks if Billy Graham is even still alive—why the hell would Will know?—and moves to do that thing people sometimes do, where they walk with each other as they talk. Maybe the bench is the goal. Maybe he should sit. It doesn't seem to matter too much, it just seems like Will isn't the kind of guy to stand around and be idle if he doesn't have to be and he's more than okay with a little company in that regard.]

Hell if I know. [Playing right off that biblical, it can be done.] Don't know every Graham out there. Don't know everyone into boats, either. [He is into the boats. He likes the boats. That shines through.] How you liking Virginia?

[It's for lovers.

Everyone seems to absolutely despise it.

It's perfect!]