I remind myself that this is not, in fact, the most uncomfortable situation in which I have ever found myself, and regardless of what happens here none of us will end up dead. Really, it's nothing. Or so I tell myself.

"I think," I say, a bit too loudly and determinedly cheerful, but the best that I can do in the way of acting normally, "that we might be very happy together, if only we can put aside the oddness of the idea." A bit more quietly, I add, "Happiness is something we have to take any way we can find it. Don't you think so, Will?"

It may be unfair of me, but I know he wouldn't be so unimaginably rude to me as to refuse to answer a direct question, even now.