"You worry too much, I had it all under control. Mostly, maybe not the drinking." Will said, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. He hadn't taken any of it well, losing Corry and being alone again. The despair, everything had been too much. It felt better now though. Well, except for his little brother punching his arm. "Was that supposed to hurt? You know you're supposed to put your weight behind it little brother, that felt like a mosquito bite."