Hearing his name on Will's tongue felt like being punched in the gut, and if she didn't have something of her own going on going on in that region she might have doubled over, arms wrapped around herself. His name like a dull knife, thudding in between her ribs. She winced, and tightened her fist on Will's collar, and didn't move away.
"Alan left," she reminded him, keeping her face close, her mouth close. "As sure as Robin's left you behind." And the others? Why weren't they around, why was he drinking by himself on this miserable night, with his lips tasting of bitter loneliness? Gods, what a broken band of brothers they were. "They're gone, Will. What's the point in holding back?"