Will and Mackenzie stand there together until the last staffers file through his office to offer their metaphorical jerseys, his arm around her shoulder protectively as her head continues to rest on his chest.
Will looks down, about to lift his arm from Mac's shoulders, when notices her eyes are closed, her breath slowed to that place between light sleep and awake, the kind you can only really be standing up. Emotionally exhausted from this day himself, he can't help but understand the comfort of being this close again, despite his resolve to keep his distance from Mac.
He gives himself just a moment to notice how well she fits back in his arms. He thinks of Sunday mornings in his apartment six years ago, after she finally relaxed about their pairing off as a work-born couple, and began spending the night. She'd curl into his side with her head on his chest, similar to now, offering up her complete trust so effortlessly. It was safe in bed with Mac that he knew he'd be drawn to protecting her always.
Will jolts himself back to the present just as he begins allowing himself to remember the moments just after waking on those Sundays. How she'd smile mischievously, as if she was inviting him to play a part in one of her practical jokes, as he rolled her onto her back, his large hands sliding up over her smooth upper arms as he raised them over her head, covering her completely, kissing endlessly…
Now he simply gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze, hoping she won't be able to tell where he was just then. When she realizes she'd nearly fallen asleep standing in his embrace, it isn't the face of complete trust with that endearing mix of humor he sees, but one he too often notices when she stands in his office door – a little awkwardness, a lot of regret.
"Sorry, long day," Mac says quickly, stepping briefly away from Will, crossing her arms across her chest and looking down a little dejectedly.
"Mac…" He runs his hands through his hair, frustrated at how unnatural with each other they can be now. Frustrated that she clearly feels anything but comforted when she's alone with him.
"Come on, Will. Let's go home," she says, trying to quickly move on from their present exchange.
Will tries to cut her off – tries to save what had began as a wonderful moment for them both after her organizing the Rudy stunt.
"Mac…"
"What, I'm sorry."
"Thank you, for this. And just – just please stop apologizing."
"I'm not sure I can, or should," she says quietly, looking down again.
"Try. Tonight," Will responds softly and he hopes, reassuringly.
Mac responds with her lips hinting at the briefest of smiles.
"Ok. Tonight."
Will places a hand on her shoulder and points her in the direction of her office to grab her things.
"Ok, Mac. Let's go home."
