"I am not going to go in there and tell her family that I've been "a naughty boy"," Will said vehemently, mocking the entire concept, but he did get up, because it was really goddamn cold, and he had no fondness for the cold.
He stopped short of going back in, though, and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "I'm not ready for this," he admitted after a moment of internal struggle. "This dinner with the family shit. It is really bloody hard to pretend to be fine."