"Yeah, that particular cup hasn't runneth over in a long, long time," Will retorts bluntly and finally makes himself look, actually look at Gabe, instead of the vague area around him. Now that he's done so, he can't stop looking at the state of his eyes.

Unfortunately, looking at someone's eyes isn't that different from looking into someone's eyes. Will flinches and pulls his gaze back to his food, but whatever meagre appetite it had roused in him before, it's long gone now.

"Look--" a ragged breath out before he pinches the bridge of his nose, then presses his fingers into his closed eyes, "whatever you're looking for, I'm not the guy. Okay? I'm not."