He's older than he looks. He should look older than he is, in truth, after the hell being the acquaintance of Hannibal Lecter has put his body through over the last five years. Maybe his time with Molly and Walter did some work undoing a portion of that damage; who's to say, really.

At Terry's gesture, Will hobbles over the threshold into his house, haggard eyes flicking uncertainly around at his surroundings without truly taking any of it in yet. Then he remembers the state of his bare feet, the dirt and the blood, which he must now be tracking all over Terry's floor--

"Oh--god, I'm sorry," he rasps, looks down quickly, then back towards Terry again, "shit, I'm ruining your floor."