"I'm not being a dick, I don't know how a bloody saint thinks!" Will was immediately on the defensive, but he had to pull himself up. None of this would help. WWTD?
Clenching his jaw, Will took a breath. "Just tell me what you want from me. I'm not gonna guess what you need if you don't tell me." There. Talk about practicalities and not wishy-washy things like how confused he felt about what he could even reasonably do right now. All of this... fuck, a baby? A really live baby? Shit. Shit!