Will only twitches a little at the touch to his arm, leaning his (very slight, he doesn't even hit 75 pounds soaking wet) weight into Sam and keeping his injured knee bent a little. It's starting to sting now, throbbing the way minor injuries do, turning from an annoyance to something painful.

"Breakdown," he repeats slowly, twitching like a startled rabbit when the truck rocks back and forth. "Um. I'm Will. Sam...already said that, but. Nice to meet you?" He shoots Sam a quick look, brow furrowed. Is that the polite way to introduce yourself to a truck?