"No, it hasn't." Will replied with all the unreasonableness of a man who had been drinking for the past three days with very little else passing his lips. Except her name. Her name and not understanding how she loved him and had left him. Or rather made him leave her. She always ran.

Letting Ed help him to his feet, Will took his little brother's trench coat before looking at him confused. He wasn't quite sure what Ed meant for him to do with it, he doubted it would fit him.

"S'okay baby brother," Will said hand patting Ed's shoulder as gently as a drunk giant might. "I won't. Now, let's go get a drunk. A drink."