Lincoln stands in the doorway of the room, not sure what to do, but apparently Will has no such problem because he slips past Lincoln and sits down on the bed with a content sigh.

"Damn, Lincoln. Do you have any idea how it feels to be back somewhere where the ground actually stays still? I thought it would be an adventure, and that it was, but its good to be back. Good to see you too...," Will trails off and absent mindedly shoves his fingers through his hair in an oddly forceful motion.

He swings his feet up onto the bed and lays there looking at the ceiling with his arms resting loosely behind his head, and for a moment, all Lincoln can do is stare at him.

*Since when has he been...so...at-attractive? F*ck, maybe I've just missed him a lot...and...and...and I'm just mixing up my feeling because of the...um...because of the alcohol?*

Lincoln jerks his gaze away for what has to be the tenth time that night, and focuses on figuring out what to do. His clothes are soaking from the snow outside and the soggy fabric is chafing uncomfortably against his skin, no doubt the same for Will. Pulling of his coat, he grimaces at the cold that hits him once he was wearing just a wet shirt.

"Will, you take the bed, the floor is fine for me," Lincoln insists, and cuts off any protests, "you've been sleeping in gods know what for the past year and a half, you deserve it!"

Lincoln sets up a small cot on the floor next to the bed, using a thin mat stuck under the bed and a extra blanks folded beside it. Though he wants nothing more than to crawl into the blankets and quite possibly never come out, Lincoln hesitates when he remembers how wet his clothes are.

*To hell with it* Lincoln thinks, and pulls off the sopping shirt, along with his pants, till all of his clothes lie in a heap that will leave them still wet tomorrow, but Lincoln just can't get himself to truly care at the moment...

Because when he raises his eyes to the other occupant of the room, they are met with the unexpected sight of the man's own eyes running carefully up and down his body. For some reason that Lincoln refuses to think about, a fierce blush splashes across his face and he finds himself unwilling to turn his body away from Will's gaze.