Will is nodding in spite of the fact that Mike can't see it, feeling the clenching in his chest loosening just that little bit. They could do this, to whatever end might come.

"Saturday," he repeats. It'll be well past Valentine's by then, but that doesn't matter as much; after all, after Valentine's comes the chocolates left over on sale and he has a plan. No matter what his pessimistic streak might be convincing him of, he does still want to make this work. They deserve to make this work.

"Say before noon? If it goes well then...maybe we can go have lunch."