Will gathered him into a hug, holding him for as long as he needed it. He knew what it was like to long for someone, to feel the emptiness when they're not around, to need to touch. So, he let him, supporting the other boy as he sagged against him, leaning into the hug with all the comfort he could muster.

The son of Apollo would have held him for hours if he wanted, letting him feel and work through his emotions, but, Wille pulls back, and so, he lets him.

"Hey, that's what friends are for. Do you want to talk about it? Or do you just want a smore?" Will produced a marshmallow on a stick, and nodded toward the box of graham crackers and chocolate. "Or both?"