He listens quietly and, when Laurence is done, he nods. He leans forward in the chair, fingertips grazing Laurence's knee - the touch is designed to be reassuring, rather than any sort of advance.

"I understand that, Will, I do. I spent a lot of time worrying over the right and wrong of all this. But. We want what we want. And there's only so far that thought can bring us."