Bill tried to muster something of a smile, but his muscles weren't working with him at the moment. Maybe they'd figure it out after some time had passed. For now, he'd just nod and stare at the boxes again. It would be fine. As fine as it was going to be.
"No," he said quietly. "I haven't." He thought someone might have mentioned it before, but he had never actually played himself. He didn't know. Part of him didn't really care, but it was better than staring at the walls again. "Crabs?" Bill stared at them quietly as they were introduced, lips twitching just slightly into something vaguely resembling a smile.
"I don't..." Bill quieted for a moment, eyes looking between the box of crabs and the board game. "I'm not sure." He really didn't like that he felt like it worked for everything right now. 'Not sure' had slowly become the way he felt about everything. He didn't like it. "How do you play Candyland?"