[There's only one difference between Will-of-memory and Will-of-the-room, and it's not visible from the back. Will in the memory looked tired, but Will in this room looks exhausted, close to death. In danger - whether from himself or someone else, it's very hard to say.]

[Abigail gives Robin a chastising look, leaning in to boop his nose in a disciplinary way.]

That's not how friends work, you know. I learned about this. Friends do things for each other just because, and don't need anything in return.

If you want to give me something, then I want to have it. But you don't have to.