The fact that he pulled away was noted as Syn retracted his hand, a soft, pouty frown forming upon his lips. He would try not to take it personally but... It hurt. And he had no idea what else to do.
The decision, or lack thereof, that Will made was met by a glance in the rear view mirror from Ikon. He caught Syn's gaze, gave a slight quirk of his brow, and was answered with a shrug. Well fuck, it looked like it was on him. He drove for a moment longer, his gaze on the road ahead, and then he came to a crossroads, so to speak.
Left would take the trio back to the school, back to their apartment where Will could wallow in all of this and maybe feel better in the morning. Right would take them to Boston where they could find a place where Will could feed his darker side, drink himself into a stupor, and maybe feel worse in the morning.
In spite of how good and kind and charming Ikon could sometimes be, one fact, one truth, remained; Ioakeim was a demon. So he turned right, hitting the freeway and accelerating, saying nothing about the decision to the party in the back. They'd figure it out soon enough.