Grinning, Lara elbowed him in the ribs. "Levi doesn't object. Even when he does walk with a limp." She said, smiling up at Will until his question made the smile fall away some. "You know she did." Lara said, propping him up against the side of the bar's entrance and fishing out her keys. She pushed open the doors and ducked under his arm again, leading him inside and kicking the door shut so it latched behind them. "Come on. My office has a couch." Maybe she should say more but in this state he wasn't really listening. And she wasn't going to give him the usual platitudes. Corry had hurt him and he deserved to have the chance to feel it without someone trying to rationalise it or apologise for it.