[ Will's mild surprise is still on his face by the time the teen's turned and headed back into his house. Extra layers isn't his first guess, seeing as none of his body language had suggested he was too cold...

...but even with his lack of current suspicions, not much could have prepared Will for what the return trip was actually for. He blinks, stunned, and reaches out a cautious hand for the paper. He's staring at Will while he does it, until he's the only one holding the sheet and finally looks down at it in full. ]

These are— really nice. [ His tone says he's genuine about this praise. He's bad at guessing exact ages, but Will can't be more than what, a very short fourteen year old? Thirteen? ] I'd, uh. Yeah. [ He's nodding before he's organized his thoughts, touched and unsure the best way to express that.

He holds the papers like they're important, close to his chest and already uncertain of the best way not to wrinkle them. ] If you're— okay with giving them away, I'd. I'll keep them.

[ A beat. ] I guess now I do have pictures of them. [ Since he'd described them so much entirely because of the lack of photos to share. ]