"A peg leg would look cool." Will pulled his pants back up, and then look a breath.
"Can you- you don't have to forgive me, but please don't hate me." He glanced up at Much's face. "I'm just really tired. I need to not be this way anymore. I don't want to have to worry about avoiding you as well as Alan. Can we still be friends?" He extended a hand and then dropped it, unsure of what Much would want.