Praise heaven, a bit of warm water was finally coming through the pipes. Will didn't normally care about being nude in front of the other guys, but today he felt especially vulnerable and exposed, and resolved to wash quickly, so he could get a towel on and maybe Rob wouldn't notice the ugly scar on his leg. At least he wouldn't smell like stale beer and vomit anymore.
He stayed silent for a minute, but Robin was just sitting there watching him, waiting patiently for a reply, like he could wait there all day.
"I'm not coping," he said at last, sitting down again and letting the water fall on him.