Much really tried to bite his lips together to stop himself talking, respect the hand, dude, but, fuck! She was slipping away from him like she'd slipped away from Will, and she was going to end up back in the control of the gods and it just made him sick. He couldn't stop himself calling "Luna!" as she walked away, but she didn't stop. "No one's talking shit about you," he needed her to know, shouting down the street over the sound of the traffic. "Just the jammy pieces of shit you wanna work for!"