Will gave her a rueful, commiserating smile. "Too long," he echoed.
He took a long drink, feeling the weight of all he couldn't say pressing painfully against the inside of his ribcage. "I was in a bad way, Marian." He placed the bottle back down and his eyes stayed fixed on the counter, staring intently at the patterns in the wood grain. "I mean, I... you want to know the fucked up truth of it, if Gisborne hadn't nabbed me when he did, if he hadn't tried to use me to lure out Rob... I dunno. I dunno if I'd have ever made it back."
It wasn't the whole of the truth, but it was as much of it as Will was ready to give. The rest of it was still too ugly, laced with acid shame, and it was a burden the others didn't need to carry, not with everything else that weighed on their shoulders.