There are dangerous things in the woods, and there are dangerous things in the town. And even without having met the latest monster he knows has taken up residence inside his heart, Will Graham knows very well what sort of dangerous things exist inside of even the most trustworthy-looking of men.
(Is that how he looks? Trustworthy?)
"It is, but--" oh, he knows exactly what feeds the font of this particularly paternal wellspring, but that doesn't stop him, "--there's a second bed. If you want, I can--here." Will steps back into the room and, after nearly losing his footing over a loose floorboard, heads over to a corner where a tall, folded wooden partition has been collecting dust. He pulls it upright and hauls it into the middle of the room, letting it unfold like an ancient accordion to provide an opaque barrier between both beds.
That done, he steps back from it and dusts off his hands, plants them on his hips, and glances back at Nancy. Then at the partition again. Then back again.
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(Is that how he looks? Trustworthy?)
"It is, but--" oh, he knows exactly what feeds the font of this particularly paternal wellspring, but that doesn't stop him, "--there's a second bed. If you want, I can--here." Will steps back into the room and, after nearly losing his footing over a loose floorboard, heads over to a corner where a tall, folded wooden partition has been collecting dust. He pulls it upright and hauls it into the middle of the room, letting it unfold like an ancient accordion to provide an opaque barrier between both beds.
That done, he steps back from it and dusts off his hands, plants them on his hips, and glances back at Nancy. Then at the partition again. Then back again.
"Or I can go," he volunteers, perfectly earnest.