[ 'Hal'?

It registers with Will that Carver means him when he uses the name, which reminds Will he hadn't offered his name. To be fair, he'd been focused on trying to de-escalate the tension in their initial meeting, and avoid getting snapped like a twig.

He briefly considers correcting the man, briefly considers sharing his name, but a gut instinct tells him to let it alone. Carver is winding back up, and Will has a sense, that if he tries to interject the tedious 'normalcy' of civil introductions into the current atmosphere, he might yet end up with his neck snapped.

Will wraps his words in the soft lilting voice he'd used when they'd initially met. One that is designed to avoid imposing stark reality upon whatever mental landscape the other man is traversing at the moment. ]

I appreciate the sentiment. [ His tone is genuine. He suspects that -much like himself- Carver doesn't 'almost like' just anyone. ]

There does not seem to be an identifiable threat. Which suggests that it might be wise to approach the food and drink with an abundance of caution.