A tiny, miniscule, blink-and-you'd-miss-it flash of disappointment crossed Will's face, but he smiled and shrugged and put his hands down into his lap. "Yeah, I guess, I don't get it, but if it helps, it helps. Stutely's on a mission from God to find the lost lambs and return them to the herd."
No worries, no problems, don't think about people you love getting hurt. Don't wish there was a splash of Baileys or something in that hot chocolate. Drink it and imagine it's going to warm your belly and let you sleep. Everything is a-okay. There are donuts, and Luna is smiling and actually talking to you. That's good enough.