Wren nods. "I know." When he'd first seen Will it had been easy to write him off as the privileged pretty boy. Handsome, rich, boisterous: between his size and his looks he'd pinged easily as the adult version of the kids that tried to kill Wren for fun when they were all in school. But he isn't like that, aggressive and arrogant for the hell of it; if anything he's kind of an idealist.

He winces when Will says what Corrine told him. He's been in situations where he's said similar things, that he couldn't let someone else be with him for their own good. It doesn't mean he thinks, now, that it was valid. "That's not fair," he says slowly. "If she doesn't want something, if she needs something else, or to be alone, that's her decision, much as it might hurt." They've crossed the short distance to his loft, and he unlocks the door and shoulders it open for Will, quieting Inari as she comes curiously over. "But it's not fair to mix it up with still loving you."