It was easy to steer Will, another alcohol had made him incredibly pliable and manoeuvrable. He pressed a hand against Wren's shoulder before heading in the direction Wren pushed him in.

"Good, I'm glad. I don't like fighting people, that's not who I am." Will murmured. He had never been someone, despite his size, to solve things with his fists. It didn't mean he wouldn't defend himself but he tended to not go starting things. Except maybe with Les. He'd like to slug him just once. "She said she loved me. That's why she 's leaving me."