Disappointment flooded through Will before he even knew what was happening. He'd never actually felt it on this scale, always thought that his disappointment had been annoyance on previous occasions but this was on a different scale. Fisher no doubt felt it seep through into himself, Will's hands being on the goth's skin. It wasn't very good at all...
"Fine," he said, shifting backwards. A rejection he was taking in his stride? What the hell was wrong with him? Normally he'd have pressed on, had Haddon's death seriously effected his personality as well as his powers? Will was off Fisher's body, going to sit on his desk chair and turning away from him. This was humiliating but he attempted to pass it off aestetically as anger, rather than anything else.