Even with the comparative normalcy of Will's world, death and murder were some of the few topics he spoke on in abundance. Anyone who would someone come to be his friend had to accept that, which was why he had so few friends. His mind was constantly full of darkness and few humans put him at ease about it. He missed Hannibal. Zemo's composure at the discussion and the not too subtle things being spoken on held some of that comfort he might have found in his cannibal friend, making Will smile.
"I think it was designed to put some of us up against our demons and others-" He paused. "focused on other minor things to not have to look that in eye."
Setting his glass down, he held up the bottle to Zemo for refills. "I was. No more new scars for her." He took a deep breath in as if the subject of murder was his fresh air. "I think I surprised your friend with the metal arm, who caught up with me after he responded to Abigail's post." Another more mischievous smirk crooked his lips.