So she'd slept in Alan's bed. Will felt, in a weird way, curiously rejected by that, although it stood to reason that she wouldn't actually want to share a bed with him.
The look in her eye when she'd paused to look at him had been resigned, he thought. Fuck. God. Alan was going to be- He couldn't even think about it, his head sloshing backwards and forwards with the weight of the beer he'd drunk last night. He set out a second mug and make her a coffee too, assuming she'd want it black and bitter, and went out to the lounge. He chewed on a piece of cold pizza that had been sitting out in the box all night as he waited for her to come back out. He did not sit down.