If anything, Diana prided herself on her logic in the face of confusion. Answers were something she always searched for; something to calm the barrage of questions that always surfaced in her mind like bubbles in a pool. Of all the answers she expected from Will, it wasn't this.

For all the times during this conversation that she'd been rendered near speechless, unable to voice the millions of thoughts swirling around in her head, she wasn't prepared. Diana's hand moved to curl around his neck and she clutched at his jacket as her knees threatened to buckle. They hadn't been this close since she'd broken it off with him the last time. This one was so much different than the others, though...soft and gentle, but she could feel by the way he'd pulled her in that it was no less urgent.

"Will..." she murmured, though breathless as she was it might have sounded like a whimper. Oh, she didn't want to pull away, she wanted to grab him and pull him closer, closer until there was nothing left of them. "Will..."