Will tried not to breathe in the dusting of trimmed hair that was snowing down over his shoulders. It was kind of relaxing, this, and he tried to go with it, and let it calm him down a bit. That inner temper seemed to be boiling a lot closer to the surface than it used to, and leaked out all bitter and sarcastic. He didn't want to drive off the person who brought large baskets of food.
"So. How've you been?" he asked, keeping his eyes closed.