Oh for fucks sake - Tragos couldn't help a look of exasperation. "You're another one of Much's crew? That explains the verbal diarrhea comin' out of ya. Did you catch it off him or did he catch it off you when you -"
"I'm ready to leave," Melpomene interrupted, her eyes going from one boy to the other. "This is not a fight worth having," she said to Tragos, but her eyes drifted back to Will. Messed up, hurting, fuck-the-whole-shitting-world Will Scarlet, with his moments of kindness showing through his pain, with his hard cock and his firm hands and his ravenous mouth, his come for me and y'good?, and the second cup of coffee in the morning. A labyrinth of turmoil, really, with surprising flickers of light between the monsters and pitfalls. "Will has enough of a battle ahead of him. Inside of him. We should leave him to it."