He would try. That was all he could do. Devon was still figuring out who Devon even was right now, so being him was.. well it would be trial and error, perhaps, but he would give it his best shot.
"Fuck that," Devon said simply as he moved to pull Will into a hug. "Cry all you want. Who cares if they can see it? Make them feel guilty, make them hate themselves for everything they've done. They both deserve it. And you deserve to feel however you want to feel whenever you want to feel it."