“I don't know,” Will says, going along with it. Or keeping on with it, whatever. “I'm not really very good at subtle. I'm more of a -” he makes a vague explodey gesture with both hands and throws in some illustrative noises for good measure before grabbing the handrail again - “sort of guy.” He lets himself smile, then, because being silly is kind of nice after a few days of being tense. “I'm Will,” he adds.