It was best that he wasn't facing Will, because he'd been holding in so much since that night, and then trying to keep the band together and ultimately failing as their leader. Of course Will had to rub that in. Make him feel like shite for being an old sad sack. He didn't cry like a woman or coat his shoulder with tears, but there was a weight that had lifted off of him. He wasn't there yet, to apologize to Marian, but he was one or two steps further than he had been.