Will embraced the hug but it was too much at the moment. He pulled away after a few seconds of it, shaking his head and wiping furiously at his eyes. "No. I don't work like that. And neither do they. They don't see anything past their noses, and don't care about it either. It's fine. I'll be fine...."
Because he knew now there was no turning back. Seeing them when he was seventeen, nothing was changing this new dynamic. He had lost James to Fisher forever and whilst it hurt like hell there was no point in wishing for it to change. It was wasted energy. He'd mourn him and move on, same thing he'd done with Haddon, though his death still lingered even now. He remembered idly that Devon had mentioned Haddon been upset and then glanced back at the medium. "Is Haddon ok?"