Oh, Will hadn't a clue, except that it was Some Internet Thing. They seemed to mostly be pictures with incomprehensible jokes on them, but it was hard to tell them apart from the other weird shit the lads texted him. The one time he'd ventured to respond to one of them with the question is this a meme?, all he'd got back was some picture of a cartoon man and a butterfly with his own words repeated beneath, which had clarified less than nothing.
He had no idea what a shitpost was, either, but he had a strong suspicion the definition would run close to 'anything Much would post'.
"Sounds like a friend of mine," he said with a grin. "Congratulations, mate. Second kid, that's exciting."
Clio hadn't said much about Nicholas except that he was a good friend and that she felt safe at his bar. Seeing the way they interacted, Will got the impression the story was more involved than that, but Nicholas' words – only because she decided I was worth saving – implied something heavy and he wasn't about to pry.