He downs another gulp of tasteless wine. "Dunno. A lot. I think he just misses home. It's like me missing the ocean. Being stuck on land for so long doesn't feel right."

The lake isn't the same as the sea. He could get by if it was at least a real ocean, he thinks - for as much as he does enjoy sailing, it isn't his lifeblood entirely the way it is for some. He'd be happy in a small, quiet, out of the way village on an island so long as he could still set sail now and then just for fun and a sense of adventure.

They're both stranded. He's said it before. Will belongs in the stars and it must feel alien to be so far beneath them for as long as he has been.