Will looked down at Lara, wishing her hair was red like amber and fire and wishing she smelled like Corry did when they just woke up and she just fit in his arms. Lara didn't fit anywhere, she was just Lara.

"That you are, don't know how Levi is able to sit down half the time." Will replied, laughing at the idea of poor Levi just being abused by his matriarch. It was clear out of the two of them who was the power in their relationship, who wore the pants so to speak. "She told you to look after me, didn't she?"