"It feels like it's been longer." Will laughed. "That would have thrown me off too. The weather when I arrived was very similar to where I left from." It was still so very strange to admit to and say out loud. Even if they all were in the same situation, to admit the illogical hurt him every time. "I have yet to arrive at the 'fuck all' attitude. Maybe next month," he replied, notes of teasing flavouring his words in his dry, dark humour.
Scratching the side of his neck, a soft blush stained his cheeks above his five-o-clock shadow and he gave a light laugh. "I have a room to myself, so I did not have to worry about that part. And I used every sheet from the second bed to gather food when I needed it or when Winston did."
He licked his lips in thought, eyes lowered. "How did you handle it?"