Will glanced at her, a mixture of hurt and surprise and irritation on his face. He looked away again, and drank his vodka, sulking.
"Yeah, maybe," he said after a minute, trying to figure out why he was so bad at taking charity. Probably it was because he was the one meant to be giving it, and to admit to needing it was a failure on his part to fulfill that aspect of himself. "It's been said before."
Was it really so bad to have a bit of a cushion to fall back on? Alan had money tucked away. He couldn't help others if he couldn't help himself, surely. It still grated, especially knowing what Luna had to do to get that money.