Will was so frustrating sometimes. Or not Will, but his ego. He would deny himself what he needed time and time again just to maintain his appearance. Devon would never really understand that. But he let him go, scowling a little as he moved to flop back down in a chair. He was through with making an effort right now.
The question caught Devon off guard and he quirked a brow slightly. "Oh, yeah, he's... I guess he's fine." He looked to his side as if silently asking a question to someone who wasn't there and then nodded his head. "Jack says he couldn't handle it either. He left. But she can go get him if you want him to come back now." At least he had not been the only one who couldn't handle seeing Will in such pain.