Will had pissed in a dungeon before. He'd pissed in the trenches, and in jail. He'd pissed in the last prison the Sheriff had devised for him. So no, he wasn't sure this was the worst place, but he didn't have the energy to have the conversation.
He looked at Tuck, his eyes drawn to the splatch of blood, but he had no reaction to it, too absorbed in his own struggles. Perhaps he could manage kneeling. He felt like he should have strong feelings against Tuck observing him like that, especially on such an intimate level after everything... He started to wave Tuck off, but if Tuck pressed the issue, did he have the strength to stand his ground? He was unsteady he put one hand out against the wall to hold himself up, immediately wincing as pressure was placed on a couple of tender points, the muscles in his upper arms bruised so heavily as to not want to hold his weight.