[Her hand on his forearm gets a look—not upset by it, just a second's glance to acknowledge it's there. That's not something he's used to, either, but it's nothing truly alarming. Some people like to make physical connection, so be it.

Ambling doesn't last too much longer on his end; Will slows to a stop, looking down at his feet for a second as though checking to make sure the ground exists. Good to be grounded by something that can be seen for exactly what it is.]

It's all right with me. I'm not the—not the only one who's had experiences going home and coming back. [Awkward. Maybe that's all on his end, maybe it should stay that way, which is why he drops it there, doesn't offer a strained I'm sure he's fine and not worried about you at all. The smile is strained, but that's par for the course.] So...next time. You, me, and the dogs. Yeah?

[He's not good at making exits, he'll fall back on dogs. Again.]