Knocking on the door, he leaned against the frame as he held the groceries high up in his arms. He'd already been accosted by the old lady, a single mom, a worried looking old guy, and so his load was lighter by the time he'd gotten to Trina's but he didn't care. Because he just didn't feel... like his world, like his heart had been ripped from his chest any more.

"Hey, I brought snowstorm staples. And marshmallows," Will said, clearing his throat as he looked down at Trina with a heated look.