"Everybody's exaggerating. Weren't that bad." Wil shrugged and took the bottle of wine. Truth was, he was feeling a bit of cabin fever from being cooped up in the fucking warehouse this long. He left for a time the day before to the bazaar and had all but run back. Instead he'd been luring people to him as much as he could. Everyday that passed he was a little closer, but his purse shrunk just a little bit. Man like him could only earn so much inside the city.
When you ran a ship, you also weren't used to being alone this long. There were always people around. Without people around, Wil just didn't see the point in putting on clothes, or even being sober. He drank a little wine and eyed his friend. Complaining in a public spot. There was still that little stir when he looked at him, sometimes. Broke up at least twice because whoever he was with caught him looking too closely.
Being melancholy never suited him, so as soon as the thoughts started to coalesce, a strong wind pushed them to the side. "So. What ever possessed you t'start talking about a girl on the network." Wil was already fighting the urge to smile like a cheshire cat. He couldn't wait to hear this.