Sometimes, as he's laying there in the afterglow of sex, Bryan likes to imagine what his life would be like if he'd gotten with Will sooner. He likes to think upon whether he'd be famous now or if he'd be some home-maker in Ohio. He likes to wonder whether Will would've turned him into an honest man. He likes to wonder whether he'd be married now, with a family that truly loves him. He likes to wonder whether he'd still be leading a sexually-driven life or if he'd been in an actual relationship. He likes to wonder, but he'd never voice his thoughts to Will.
He moves carefully and quietly out of the bed, trying not to wake Will. He's always gone before morning, that's just that way it is. He knows that if he stays, they have something more than just a 'friends-with-benefits' relationship and as much as he wants more than that, he knows it can never happen. He's Bryan Ryan. He's Mr. Fabulous. He's the one all the girls pined over in high school. He has a reputation to keep up and he has to keep it up, no matter how good Will makes him feel.
As he's dressing, he casts a glance towards the sleeping figure of Will Schuester. He looks like an angel when he sleeps and it's almost enough to force him back into bed and back into the other man's arms. But he doesn't. He just looks away and continues dressing, calmly buttoning his shirt and slipping on his shoes. Just as he's about to leave, Will stirs on the bed and Bryan freezes.
"Don't go."
He's not sure what to do. Will's never woken up whilst he's leaving before and as much as he wants to turn away and walk straight out that door, he finds that he can't. Will's looking up at him with half-lidded, tired, confused eyes and Bryan just can't urge his body to move. When it finally does, he finds that he's moving back towards the bad, kicking off his shoes as he does.
He slides on the bed, moving up behind Will and sliding his arms around the other man, his chest pressing up against Will's back. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Will's neck, making space where there was none previously. He doesn't know why he's suddenly changed his mind, but he's glad he did. They don't usually cuddle and as he's laying there with his body pressing up firmly against Will's, he decides that he likes cuddling. Like, really likes cuddling, even if he is clothed whilst Will isn't. His eyes close, and he tightens his grip on Will a little.
"Okay…I'll stay."