Visceral page for me. Eve dreams of a wasteland, nothing left - a glaring contrast to her dreams of movement, birth, potential. The dream is dead, she is alone. The sort of comfort she permits Will to give is just a symptom of that isolation. Maybe it's harmful. Maybe it's something she badly needs to mourn, collateral damage or not. Will seems okay with carrying her bags for now.
And the big horizontal panel just delights. A very classic Octopus Pie feeling, the roommates and their neurosis and diverging priorities right out in the open.