Will nods, still just as steady, showing no signs of judgment or surprise that his companion has some understanding of gasp using the drugs. It happens. People do things, they stop or they don't, time keeps passing and life, as always, goes on.

"You and water have a bad history and now...you're dependent on it." He turned as he spoke, walking backwards and letting his attention linger on Sherlock. Helps make those lifted eyebrows, that bodily whoo-ee that is a doozy look come across all the better. Creek water now rises over the knee, beginning the slow crawl up thighs. "Happens. This place has a balance. Some kindnesses for some cruelties."

His hands move as he speaks, lazy gestures for scales going up and down before one runs over the back of his neck. And still he wades backwards without a second glance.