"No, you don't," Iestyn agreed. "Of course you don't. Maybe it's best to give him some space if he can't be civil." It was a long time until July. There was time to make things work, surely.
Will glanced at Tuck but didn't move. "I'm better off dying of exposure than going back in there," he said, arms tucked in close against his chest. "I can't deal with this shit."