You know when this takes place. It's the only possible outcome, in my opinion...
"Hey, can we talk for a minute?"
"Since when do you ask permission to talk to me?"
Mackenzie watches as he pulls her away from the bar where she's been nursing a drink, and over to a quiet corner booth away from the others. She's more than a little curious…
Will orders them a fresh round of drinks and waits quietly until they arrive while Mackenzie natters on about their show. He's not listening….he's forming his thoughts and how he will tell her. Their drinks arrive, he takes a sip for courage and then leans in close to talk softly to her.
"Do you remember that speech you gave me about how you didn't know that you loved me until after you had slept with Brian?"
"Yes…and it was true…I "
"Shussh….this is my story. The thing is, I would not have thought that what I do with my nights is any of your business, but I find myself , well…. to this day I don't know why in the hell you had to tell me about Brian, but you did. And so, in the interests of being as upfront and as irritatingly honest as you were, I feel compelled to tell you that it was not until after I slept with Nina that I realized how fucking much I miss you and how badly I want to try again… and to my credit I came to this realization after one night, unlike you who took four months of god knows what to finally have your epiphany…but whose counting. I'm sorry it took this to finally forgive you because I know it hurts you. I'm sorry."
He stops talking and looks deeply into her eyes, waiting for the news to register and with it the shock and anger…no wrath…that would follow. He was prepared to have a drink thrown into his face or his lap. He wore jeans for the occasion. He hopes she wouldn't cry. He hates it when she cries.
She stares at him, her eyes searching his, the tears are starting to well up in her eyes and he can see her bottom lip trembling. She looks down , fighting back her tears and tries to process what she's heard. Thoughts of Will with Nina are swirling in her brain and she feels the bile rise in her throat. She wants to be sick. How could he?
But she knows the feeling of remorse and regret when you love someone as deeply as she loves him, and your life hangs on the hope of forgiveness and a second chance.
She raises her head and faces him, looking deeply into his eyes. She wipes away the tears on her cheeks, and composes herself enough to speak.
"All right then. What are you going to do about it?"
This is what not what he expected. The ball is back in his court and he knows enough to know that this is the only chance he is going to get for forgiveness, and redemption, and a second chance… His blue eyes are blazing with desire for her.
He loves her and she can see that in his eyes, plainly and clearly for the first time in years.
" Finish your drink and I'll show you."