Will shook his hand firmly, glad to have it out in the open, although amused by Little John's violent prodding. "You know, I miss her too," he said, sitting back down on the sofa with a sigh. "I love her almost as much as you do, although not in the same way of course." He glanced at Little John again, hoping this was a good a time as any to just get his heart out on the table.
"Do you think," he said, dropping his gaze to his hand on his lap, a bit hesitant, "that you could see your way to forgiving her too? You know she loves you more than anything. And... it happened so long ago..."