[Gods above, Varian. Will can't just sit here with his friend in distress like this. As horrible as it all is, the older teen has been trying to atone for it. To make things right, even if it never will be. The demigod moves to sit closer to Varian, though he'll stop if it's unwanted, and holds out his hand.]

You don't have to, but... if you want, you can squeeze my hand when it hurts. I'm made of stern stuff, so don't worry about hurting me.

[He smiles a little at him.]

Or you can just hold it so you know I'm still with you.