For the first time, Will looks up and makes a sustained effort to meet and hold Percy's eyes for longer than just a handful of seconds. He succeeds, for two handfuls of seconds. Seems that something there has piqued his interest and drawn his mind back from whatever miserable thought spiral had been occupying it.

"Yeah. Yeah, I could probably help with that." It's not the same as repairing boat motors, but it's working with his hands. He can do that.

He chafes his hand across his day-old stubble and sits back some in his seat. "I'm Will Graham," he says.