I've been worse. You're responding, that's more than I expected.

[ He's not leaving, not unless she orders him to. For Will, his respect isn't earned through seeming put-together, not even through not falling apart. His respect is earned with cleverness and kindness and determination, and Shaw's had it for a while now.

He brings both glasses over to her bed and sits on the floor, cross-legged next to Winston. ]

Let me know when you can sit up. The dogs'll get out of your way.