Mac raised her hands over her head, asking him to step away. For a moment, Will had lost all hope of ever getting her back. He was sure he had lost her. He could not have imagined a conversation on these lines happening, ever. Had he been such a big douche to her, and such a big douche in general? He really found that hard to beleive. But then, he rememberd his admission to a crisis of confidence. Maybe this was where it ended.
If there was one area where he needed all the confidence he had, it was this. He could not afford not being supremely confident this one time because that fear of losing her had made him supremely confident of the fact that he wanted her back in his life. This was one area he could not mess up in. The last two years were swimming in his head, all those moments, those half glances, those gentle touches, those longing looks - hell, he wanted her back.
He failed to realize that he was unconsciously moving towards her while he thought about all this. It was as if his body was moving in autopilot. He moved closer to her with his arms slowly rising, looking like they would end on her shoulders. And before he knew it, he felt a punch in his stomach. His first reaction was to laugh at the image of Mackenize punching him, because Mackenzie punching anyone was funny because it was so not what she was as a person. The potential smile quickly turned into a grimace as the pain rose to his chest, making him recoil and almost fall on to the chair behind him.
A small gasp escaped her mouth and she almost jumped towards him. She feared she'd hurt him bad, bad enough that he woud not be able to return to the decision desk without a grimace on his face.
'Will!', she gasped again, her hands on his lapels as she steadied him. Her hand instinctively cupped his face, trying to read the expression in his pained eyes as they squinted, trying to refocus on the surroundings, on her. He managed a weak smile at her, his eyes reflecting nothing but love. In a way, he was glad she had hit him, it was a release for her. And God knows, he deserved it, and some more. Her hand returned to his lapel, now tugging him down as she could not find words. She stared at her shoes, tugging at his lapels in frustration. Will wanted nothing more than to nestle a finger below her chin, titl it upwards and plant the softest of kisses on her lips. But he knew this was not the time to act ,this was the time to wait. She needed this time.
But the next thing she did blew all the wind from his sails. Looking up at him, she broke his heart when a lone tear escaped her eyes with a frustrated sigh.
'I hate you', she mumbled, before hastily leaving the hair and make up room, and a devastated Will in her trail