The exchange was too much and Will raked his hands over his eyes. "Devon would you just let it go," Will said exasperated, visibly tilting his head back and sighing. They'd get nowhere here. James wanted his son with him and Will wasn't going to question that. He'd rather not need to have this out right now, but...
"Yes, your Dad hurt me and I'm still hurting, but just - I don't need you to jump down his neck at every opportunity and fight my corner. The fight is done. It's over. I lost. If he doesn't realise the agony then he never will, so it's pointless, and he's with Fisher now, so can you just please stop..." He looked between them then, restraining anger and upset because he hadn't let go of that yet and he wasn't planning to. "BOTH of you. You stop trying to damage control Devon, that's beyond any reasoning any more and you stop trying to stand up to your father on MY behalf. Do it on yours, and do it like the adult you wanted to be. This is just.. playground shit and I've had enough of it and I can't stand coming between you two who are SUPPOSED to be family. I'm tagged on to the side don't... put me in the middle."
And with that he strolled out, despite the aching in his limbs and the fog swimming around his head.