He showed up on your stoop, looking rather rumpled. Apparently, after a series of unfortunate events, it wasn't possible for him to get back home at the moment. So, he's crashing at your place. For the night.

"Nice place," he comments quietly, after you shut the door behind him. "I can -- I can take the couch. Just give me a couple blankets, and I'll be all set." That's probably not anything close to the truth, but you know he's not the best at asking for favors. Will already looks like he's feeling guilty enough, just by being here in the first place. His eyes shift from you, to the rug, to the couch, then back to you.