Corry lets out a little shriek as he pulls her down which descends into laughter and giggles as he catches her. She playfully swats away his outstretched legs so there's room in the bench to sit beside him.

"Well clearly you're feeling better." Grinning, she nudges Will softly, shoulder to shoulder. God, she missed him. The warmth that surrounds him, the voice that reminds her of warm honey and the deep mahogany wood of his boat. ...Former boat. For all the years that Corry and Will meant - well, really incredibly hot sex - and then the very swift change in who they were and what they tried to be - maybe it's only been more recently that she realized how much she truly adores and cherishes him as a friend. And a person, but she's always loved him for that. "The sea beckons then."

He pulls her closer, acknowledging agreement. "You mean the water? Or mayor?" She looks up, studying his eyes, trying to get a read. It's something they'd talked about a lot, here and there. His maybe one day future in politics. Much more favorably in recent times. But to think it could be a reality... her smile beams with hope.