This was the last place Will ever thought he would find himself going willingly, especially when he didn't even have an appointment. He looked up at the sign above him, Carl Howell, DDS, reconsidering his decision, but he finally stepped into the office.

The young receptionist greeted him with a smile, "Good afternoon, how may I help you?"

Will bit his lip before asking, "What time does Dr. Howell get off work?"

She glanced at the clock behind her, "About 10 minutes; are you a friend of Dr. Howell?"

He laughed bitterly, "Yeah, something like that."

"Okay..." she replied uncertainly. "Well, you can have a seat over there if you'd like. Would you like me to tell the Doctor you're here to see him, Mr...?"

She waited for him to finish her sentence, but he ignored her prompt. "That's alright; I'll just wait here until he's finished."

For the next 12 minutes, Will sat fidgeting in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. He considered walking out of the office and just going back home. This wasn't really necessary, was it? It would just be awkward and humiliating; a sign of defeat. Just as Carl stepped through the door, he was reminded of the reason he had come in the first place. He owed this to Carl; to Emma, especially. He needed to deal with the fact that Emma didn't belong to him anymore. This was a sign of closure; it would be good for him, for everyone.

Carl walked over to the receptionist who pointed out Will sitting in the waiting room. When he saw Will, his usually cheerful demeanour turned irate. Will waved half-heartedly, making Carl even angrier. Nevertheless, he walked over to where Will was sitting.

"Will. To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked sarcastically.

"Hi Carl... I was hoping we could talk. I realize we've never really discussed the whole 'Toucha Toucha Touch Me' debacle that happened between Emma and I so I just wanted to apologize." When Carl said nothing, Will continued. "It was completely out of line for me to even suggest that she practice that song with me. It wasn't fair to her and it wasn't fair to you, especially because I had promised you that I would stop trying to win her back. I'm so sorry, and I promise it will never happen again. I'm completely backing off."

Will finally risked making eye contact with Carl again, just in time to watch him collapse into the chair beside him and rest his head in his hands.

Suddenly, Carl lifted his head up and looked at Will. "Tell me, Will. What exactly happened in your classroom that day?" he asked without a hint of malice in his voice.

Will coughed awkwardly. "Umm... I thought Emma already told you? She sang the song to me, basically just acting out the scene from the-"

Carl cut him off, "Well yeah, but that's all she told me. I want details, what exactly did she do?"

Will's eyes grew wide as he realized Carl was dead serious. "Well... uh... nothing really. I mean, she sang and... danced... and ripped off my shirt-"

Suddenly, Carl jumped up from his chair and started pacing. "Dammit! Why?"

"I... I don't know, I'm really sorry-"

"Shut up, Schuester, it's not all about you!" Stunned, Will remained quiet and just watched as Carl continued to pace in front of him. After a few seconds, Carl spoke again, "I'm sorry Will; that was rude. I just don't understand why she would do that. I mean, it's not like she was forced into it..." He sighed and sat back down beside Will.

Will, risking speaking again, began, "You're right, I didn't force her into anything, but I am still one of her best friends and I think she just wanted to help me out. Then once the music started, she just got carried away. It was a spur of the moment-type thing."

Carl laughed genuinely. "Are we talking about the same woman here? Emma Pillsbury, aka the last girl who would ever do anything spontaneous unless someone physically forced her?"

Will chuckled, "Well, yeah, but I thought you were helping her. You know, getting her to try new things and break her routine and the like. A few weeks ago, she was telling me how you mixed her grapes for her for the first time, and you actually got her to a public theatre to see Rocky Horror, no less."

"Yep, that's all been really helping her," Carl replied with an eye-roll. When Will raised an eyebrow, he continued, "I mean, sure, I suppose it's a step in the right direction, but it's not like any of it really makes a difference. After I mixed her grapes for her that one time, she hasn't been able to do it since, even when I've been there with her. She claims I'm the one person who can help her, even try to fix her, but clearly that's not true if I can't even get her to mix her grapes more than once. At the end of the day, she has her routine and, though she knows it's crazy, she just doesn't want to break it; she physically can't most of the time. Until..."

"Until what? What exactly are you trying to say, Carl?"

He took a deep breath before replying, "I'm saying... that I think I understand why she did it now, what exactly was possessing her."

Will stared at Carl, trying to figure out what exactly he was implying. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean..."

"You should leave, Will," Carl said harshly.

Will, his face contorted in disbelief, mumbled, "This is so messed up," under his breath but got up from his seat to leave anyways. When he got to the door, he looked back at Carl and called, "I did mean what I said, about truly being sorry," before leaving the building.

Once Carl heard the door slam behind Will, he leaned back in his chair and sighed, "Doesn't matter, bro, we all know whose fault this really is."

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