Will was torn. If he'd kissed him when Will was himself, now, Will might have more to say on it but he'd been seventeen. Now Devon's perception of him had changed but Will's hadn't of Devon. It was odd. Sighing he walked over a little stiffly, still aching, he then crouched down in front of Devon, making sure he looked into his eyes.
"I want you to remember everything I did for you. In those six months, everything we shared. And everything after that. Ok?" he said softly. "Because even if you see me differently, I don't want it to change our history. I love you too, Devon, but I - can't - get my head around this not now. Fuck, if everything is just fucked up lately, I can't... you grew up so fast, and then I turned seventeen, and your Dad - I'm not.... over him, you know?"