"You look like hell, love... hard day at the office?"
He headed to the kitchen for a beer. Will was sprawled, scowling in his chair. He brought two beers back and placed one on the arm of Will's chair. As he sat down he felt the full force of Will's despair hit him. He nearly dropped the can on the floor, and sat with his mouth hanging open in shock.
You'd think, in three or four hours, that the panic of a situation would have worn off. But in the hours that Will had been forced to wait it had slowly mounted up until it was bearing down on him, grating on him. Until his stomach felt like so many knots, coiling and twisting.
George was usually a welcome sight through the door but not today. Today Will wanted him to go back to work so that the need to ask the questions, to know the answers, had worn off. He probably did look like hell, sitting there glaring at the wall. He'd focused on an exact spot, a little mark on the wallpaper, and he'd given it his full attention from the second he'd sat down. If looks could kill the wall would be burning down
( ... )
Will leant forward on the chair in what Molly had once called his 'Thinker' position. Elbows on legs, hands clasped and face tilted towards the floor while not totally blocking the other person out.
"Okay, they're two biggies so ... think about them before you answer, yeah?" Will glanced up at him, biting on his lips. "Don't sugar coat it for me, just give me it as you see it."
He took a deep breath and forced the question past his lips. Certain that first try George would be flabbergasted and probably not understand what he was really asking. "What do you think of when we're making love? Having sex?"
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He headed to the kitchen for a beer. Will was sprawled, scowling in his chair. He brought two beers back and placed one on the arm of Will's chair. As he sat down he felt the full force of Will's despair hit him. He nearly dropped the can on the floor, and sat with his mouth hanging open in shock.
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George was usually a welcome sight through the door but not today. Today Will wanted him to go back to work so that the need to ask the questions, to know the answers, had worn off. He probably did look like hell, sitting there glaring at the wall. He'd focused on an exact spot, a little mark on the wallpaper, and he'd given it his full attention from the second he'd sat down. If looks could kill the wall would be burning down ( ... )
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"Okay, they're two biggies so ... think about them before you answer, yeah?" Will glanced up at him, biting on his lips. "Don't sugar coat it for me, just give me it as you see it."
He took a deep breath and forced the question past his lips. Certain that first try George would be flabbergasted and probably not understand what he was really asking. "What do you think of when we're making love? Having sex?"
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