The worry softened, but it was still there. He reached out to pluck a grain of rice from Kim's hair. He could comb it out for him in a little bit. For now, Will wound his arms around Kim's shoulders and tugged him close.

"What's ruined? Nothing's ruined... Well, except your meal but we can fix that," he assured softly. Will's hand moved to pet Kim's hair. Yes, he would definitely need to have it combed, but for now, this was fine. Will didn't want to get up and leave Kim all alone.

"What's wrong, Kim? You can tell me."