Will flinched at the word prisoner. He had been feeling like a prisoner, but she wasn't the jailer; it was a cage of his own making.
He drew a long breath and took another step, mirroring her own movements. "I..." He wasn't going to tell her he'd felt trapped; he'd already given her the wrong idea once. "I don't know how long it took. In prison. I dunno when it started. When I'm— the others, when they're near— I know they're holding me up, I don't need to watch my back that way. But they ain't been around, cos..." Cos he was a big fucking idiot, that's why. But she'd said no blame. "Cos they don't know yet. About Lucifer. Or, well, the other thing, either."