Wren remembers the first few days after Enfants officially broke up, how he couldn't think about anything else and didn't want to think at all. The whole of New York felt like a sadistic joke and there's really nothing that seems pathetic or even unfamiliar about Will's response here. Just dangerous.

Wren arches an eyebrow at him. "They take away your membership to the musician club if you don't, you didn't know that?" He smiles dryly. "Yes, alcohol. And heat, even." He extends a hand. "Come on, we can convince the Cove I've got a Cabot fetish."