"Join the fuckin' club," Will grumbled. He stirred his spoon in his bowl for a moment, then got up to go and nuke it for a minute. "I've said it before, I'm glad that you're excited for the baby. I just feel like, this road block in my head that... to borrow your words, I don't deserve to have happiness about it because of all the shit I've done." He stood looking out of the window until the microwave stopped, and then he returned to the table with his meal. It definitely was more palatable hot.
"Maybe when everyone is less mad at me about Alan, I'll find a chance to tell them," he said with a sigh.