During the ride to the inn, Will slumps over and rests on Lincoln's shoulder, somehow undisturbed by the hectic jostling of the cab. Watching the other man's face closely, Lincoln shyly runs his hand gently over the top of Will's head. He smiles to himself when he notices that on Will's third finger sits a thick band of silver, one of a pair they had found as young boys while playing along the coast. Will had spotted a decaying wooden box caught in a pool of water when the tide had receded and upon opening the box they discovered a matched set of silver rings. To the young boys, it had seemed an incredible treasure and Will had stared at them for a long moment before dropping to one knee. Lincoln had asked him what in the seventh hell he was doing, (they had just discovered the joy of cursing) to which Will had replied with a tone of solemnity, 'My mother says that my father proposed to her like this, and I'm gonna propose so I had to. Lincoln, I propose to be by your side forever, and to treat you better than a brother. Do you accept and promise to do the same?' and Lincoln had answered with no small amount of confusion, 'I do', and then, because the rings were much too big, they had hidden them away until they could be worn without fear of losing them. When they had grown older and realized what the gesture meant Lincoln had teased Will endlessly on it, but nonetheless Will had proudly worn his ring for years after. Shaking his head fondly at the memory, Lincoln returns his hand to the soft comfort of Will's bright curly tangle of hair. The soft grey light catches on the band of silver circling his own finger, and a smile plays at his lips.

Lincoln pays the man generously when they arrive and he hurries inside. Will seems to have sobered up from the cold a bit and they make their way to the desk clerk in an impressively straight line for the amount of alcohol they consumed.

"I'd like a room for the night, if there's one open. Damn, this storm'll be the death of me at this rate. Two days straight and no end in sight!" Lincoln cordially complains to the man.

"Here's your key, room 11," he responds, accompanied by a polite smile.

Thanking him, Lincoln grabs Will's arm and they quickly find the room in question.

Unlocking the door, Lincoln groans. 

"I forgot to specify that two beds were needed...damn."