Will's shoulders hunch up, much like when Harkin would lecture him for taking needless risks back in Seattle. It takes him a moment to notice that and forcibly shove them down again. He rubs at his face.

"Nah, it's whisky. Or whatever they have here that passes for it." Because they haven't left this world yet.

He swallows before he speaks, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing. "I should've checked in more. I'm sorry. Most of it wasn't dangerous for me. But...not all."