Will sat beside her, fiddling with a slice of toast. That head of his, yeah. His head was the whole thing at issue. "It's..." He tore off a piece of crust, frowning at it. "You know. My problem." His shoulders hunched at the admission. "I know it ain't rational, but it's... there. And this's the longest since..." He trailed, shying from the words. Ten days. The longest he'd been apart from the other Merry Men since prison had torn him from them, torn the memory of them from him.