The thump on the door jolted Will out of his head, and he groaned and rubbed his temples. "Motherfucker," he muttered under his breath, shuffling to the door.
There was a young man on the doorstep who was holding himself far too upright, and did not look like he'd had too many beers last night. "Yeah?" Will asked, frowning at him. Was he a delivery guy? He wasn't holding one of those little signing machines though. At least Will wasn't shorter than him, even if he was still unfortunately not as buff, and definitely didn't look like much in his robe and trackpants.