"Yeah," Will sighed again. Knowing Clio was right didn't ease the boulder-weight of it. It was the same sort of oppressive feeling that'd borne down on him those long days waiting for news from Arizona, waiting to hear if they'd got Marian away safe. The same restless energy he'd thrown into bashing through the walls of the dungeon in the Fox, breaking it down and rebuilding it into something safe. 'Cept right now they were fresh out of dungeons, and Will hadn't a clue how to make Marian feel safe.
Another problem he couldn't fix, another break he couldn't mend.
And the shitty thing, the real fucking shitty thing: it still stung, the stuff she'd said. Marian knew him better than just about anyone. She got him. And he'd thought, out of all of them... he'd thought she'd understand just what this meant. A family. A baby. A home.
He'd thought she'd understand.
(Fuck, and she'd thought he'd keep her safe from the Sheriff. He was a prize dick.)
"Robert," Will said quietly. "He was gonna be Maria if he was a girl. After Luce's mum, technically, but mostly..." he trailed. Frowned at the carpet. "But I don't wanna make her feel worse. And I dunno if... it might just make her feel guilty again for sayin' what she said. Or like, 'it's your name, it's your fault if owt goes wrong now'. I dunno."