Will slid down the door frame to sit on the floor. Standing was tiring.
"Luna. Addy. Stutely. Tuck." He glanced up at Much and gestured for him to sit down too. "Since I got out. Since Christmas. You've been otherwise occupied." It was no judgement on Much. Having a friend nearly die was pretty rough. Will would know. "Stoots and I had the world's most pathetic punch-up, in the Fox. Tuck had to nudge us apart with his toe. I only haven't hurt you because I haven't seen you that much. Haven't had a chance." He slouched further, like he was trying to sink into the floor. "Alan is the worst, though."