Will had no thought for who he might offend or hurt right now. He knew that Syn meant well but being petted was not high on the angel's agenda. Every time he thought he felt okay, a thought would occur to him like how he missed seeing James' smile or those eyes light up in the morning and how he might never see them again. His face was a constant myriad of emotions as each time he welled up in sadness, he forced it back down, stern and forcing the anger to take control.
The lights outside were becoming brighter, he was being taken to Boston. It might be good for a distraction, somewhere to let off steam. He was sure that Father Sheldon would not approve and despite his help Will wanted nothing more than than to execute that thought.
Sitting up from the window on one of his 'down' moments the angel attempted to psyche himself up. He'd done it before he could do it again. Just a little rusty that was all. Saying that, though, some tears kept straying down his cheeks. He wiped the most recent one away, looking to Syn who was clearly concerned. "You always seem to be there at the right time," he commented idly, just an observation but it was true. Syn had taken care of Haddon now he was taking care of the dumbass angel in the back seat with no direction.