Get used to it Wilhelm. Will cared, and that meant he'd care for you whether you wanted it or not. Whether you screamed bloody murder about it or not. Actually, screaming about it was definitely a good way to get his never ending attention. So good job keeping your mouth shut.

He popped another bite of cake in his mouth, savoring the sweetness. It wasn't sunlight, but damn sugar was good. "Yeah, it'll definitely do!"

Will definitely wouldn't have minded if it was Lucifer. Now that he'd gotten over his knee jerk reaction. "I still think they got the wrong guy. Unless they're desperate for someone who's an ace at really bad whistles. And I really don't see anyone here needed an arm reattached. Maybe they were trying for another Will Solace and got mixed up."