Will was at a bar with Jack and a few others, just hanging out, even though he didn’t want to. He had gotten up to get everyone drinks when he found you, forehead pressed to the counter, silent, looking miserable. He couldn’t discern whether it was because you were really drunk or something else, but he was still curious. As he went over to get drinks he slipped into the seat next to you, nudging you a little. “Hey, are you alive?” he asked playfully.