"The lab skeleton, it turns out." Who even knows where she got the tuxedo from for that one.

After an initial shrug, Will scrubs the heels of both hands into his eyes and then through his hopeless hair as though that could articulate the pains of extroversion without having to go into excruciating detail.

"Yeah, I - sort of

said I thought this girl was nice

to her face and

then ran away."

He is great at this game.