Orange wings fluttered in irritation as Will moved forward, the butterfly keeping its perch despite the disruption but not liking it one bit. As long as Sherlock did not lead with a handshake, Will would't demand one. He's rather fine playing mirror, especially when that mirror didn't call for all the most mundane social niceties that few actually enjoy. Sherlock waved and Will gave a nod, a half-smile.

"I was gonna take a swim anyway," he said, aiming for something light as he stepped out of his shoes and left them behind for cool water and mud. He actually might look more grounded there than before. "Mine is. Simple. Always has been. Before, it would just. Happen. If I couldn't breathe, had a buncha water around me..."

He gestured to his neck, where one might imagine gills.

"Now I have to think about it. Same result in the end, though."

Said while wading, backwards, water now just below his knees. The luring tactic here seemed to be proving that all was fine and leading with a calm, steady voice that could put babies to sleep as much it could keep a class listening.