Fisher was not in the mood to be bullshitted, so the two of them having a polite conversation was probably out of the question. "It is a fucking big deal, you chode," he snapped, stealing a word from Charlie's arsenal. "First of all, because he's fucking right. You do bottle shit up! How long were you stomping around acting like a dickhead before you actually admitted to yourself you missed Haddon, that you were sad he's gone?"
Fisher didn't wait for an answer, didn't even acknowledge the fierce glowering Will was sending his way. "And that fact that he healed when you hurt him... that's shit that angels do, man. You tried to hurt him and you helped instead. That's... that's big. You can't just ignore that. You are changing, Will, and it's a good thing because frankly the guy you used to be is an insufferable prick." Fisher rather preferred Will with emotions, with the ability to react and feel things like a normal person might.