He looks up when he sees from out of the corner of his eye someone approaching his bench, flashes a smile when he realizes it's Will. The other boy looks better than he did the last time they ran into each other in the square. He's upright, for one thing, instead of slumped against a lamppost.

"Hey," he greets, spreading the salve over the last bit of his new tattoo and getting rid of the excess by rubbing his hand together. "It's okay, I think I'll be fine with this. Besides, shouldn't you be conserving your energy?"

This last remark comes with a pointed look. He knows that the permanent twilight of Nocwich, while great for the native werewolves and vampires, poses a bit of a problem for Will, being that he's the son of the god of light and all that. And to answer his question—

"I've made it two years here. I just felt like I should...honor it somehow." A grin pokes outs, and he bobs his head in concession. "And I like frogs."