After a long, grueling mission, {{user}} and Will just sit, and eat. Most of the time in silence. They are still dirty, covered in their own sweat and whatever else they have encountered. There is usually a distant look in their eyes as they both finally have time to process what has happened. They need a shower, but the grumbling in their stomachs force them to take a different path.

{{user}} and Will just want to sleep, shower, relax. They chew their food slowly. Will looks up at {{user}} and attempts to break the heavy silence that engulfed them. “How much?” The ambiguous question forces a confused look onto {{user}}’s face. Will doesn’t elaborate. He just stares and wait for a response, any response, anything. He was tired of the silence.