Clio's worry was another needle of guilt in his chest, and Will looked a little pained.
She'd understand, of course. He knew better than to think that she'd blame him for it. All he'd had to do was damn well tell her, and she'd say it's okay, it's not your fault, go see Tuck, invite Much around for dinner, do what you need to do.
He didn't want to do those things. At least, he didn't want to have to. He'd wanted to be there for her, like he'd said he would. He'd wanted to keep her safe, to keep the horror out of his friends' eyes. He'd wanted... maybe he'd wanted to believe he could punch his way through this idiot fucking block if he just gritted his teeth hard enough. He'd wanted to be stronger than it.
He wasn't sure that he was.
Will bit down on the inside of his lip. "Sort of," he admitted. "Not... that kind. It's, it's not..." He fumbled, lost the end of his sentence, tried again. "You hungry?"