A bit petty, that was the honest answer, but Much couldn't just throw that insult at him. (Okay, he could, but he wasn't going to.) "Well, I was a bit petty that you guys got to go and hit John's stupid face and I didn't," he admitted. "D'you know how much I wanted to hit that guy? So much!" he shook his head, and took a drink of the beer, using it like a tool to keep him on topic. "Okay," Much said, pointing the bottle at Will, and he sat down on the bed, getting comfy. "So do you wanna explain it more? I'll listen." He even pressed the neck of the bottle over his mouth, like he was shushing himself up so Will could say his piece.