"I was asleep! He could've eaten," Will grumbled, sinking down lower. Why did Tuck have to be so damn self-sacrificing? Of course Will felt bad about that, should've known that Tuck would deny himself on the off-chance Will needed him. "And see? I hurt Tuck every damn day by being so fucking selfish. I hurt Stutely, both in the cells and out of them. I hurt Luna, before all this even happened. I hurt Aderyn, god, she doesn't deserve this fucking mess in her life. I only haven't hurt Much 'cos I haven't seen him a lot, and far as I know, maybe that's hurting him, maybe he feels neglected. And now Alan, the worst of all- I can't seem to stop-"
Everyone he loved suffering because they had the misfortune of knowing him. Emotion was bubbling up, and he swallowed against tears, eyes welling up. This was a bad place. Sitting naked in the bottom of the shower reading his laundry list of crimes while a hangover kicked at his skull- not his finest hour by far. When had he slid from being the charming dandy poet to being the shitty, snarky scrapper?