Why was this man in his apartment? He knew why, but he in no way approved and he didn't even know what to do. He just spoke. Well, really yelled. "What the hell is going on?" His voice was very strong, and loud. He had bursted through the already open door, into his apartment and stood only inches away from Carl. "Get the hell out of here, Carl." Carl didn't move, only glanced at Will and went back to banging on Will's bedroom door, which seemed to be locked, or blocked off from the inside.

"Emma. Get out here, now," He was grabbing at the door handle, shaking it, trying his best to bust the door open to get to his wife. "I'm not joking Emma! Get your ass out here!" He was now bumping the door with his shoulder, clearly trying as hard as he could to get through that door. Will wouldn't stand for this, he reached out to Carl and pulled him away from the door by the shoulders.

It worked and he got pulled back wards, being forced to let go of the door handle. "Don't touch me man."

Will couldn't believe what he had just said. "Oh. You mean like the way you touched her?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Carl was standing strongly, as if there were no way Will could say or do anything to beat him. As if he had no doubt in his mind that he was right and would win this.

"Oh really? Because she seemed pretty damn scared, enough to come to me. And now you're in my apartment, so actually, I think it does have something to do with me."

Carl went back to banging on the door. "Emma. I'm not gonna say it again. We're going home, now." Will was happy that Emma wasn't saying anything. That she was staying silent. He loved that she knew what to do. He knew she wasn't asleep because he had heard moving in the room just a few moments prior. Will wanted to hit Carl. He wanted to make him understand what he did to Emma. He was smart though. He knew not to fight violence with violence, even though he wanted to, so badly. "Get out of here, now. Or I'm calling the cops," Carl stopped trying to open the door and looked at him. Will kept talking "I'm serious. Get out of here. I will call the cops." Will grabbed for the phone, to convince him that he was serious. Carl banged on the door one last time. "Come home Emma. I love you, you know I do." With that, Carl left and Will slammed the door behind him after he left. He locked it, making sure it was locked, ran his hand through his hair, threw the phone down and walked over to his bedroom door.

He knocked gently. "Em. Em, he's gone." Will heard shuffling and the door flung open, before he could even greet her, she had thrown her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. She was crying and Will did his best to comfort her. He wrapped his arms around her, to her back. "Shh, Em. It's okay Emma. Shhh, it's okay. He's gone."

"Will. I was so scared. Before you.. got here, I heard you leave, I wasn't sleeping and I got up, to make sure it was you and no one else. Then I got a glass of water, and the door swung open and I assumed i-it was you. So I didn't turn around, I just asked you where you went while I was pouring a glass of water and it was him. And he was yelling and he said he was going to kill me if I didn't come home with him. I was really scared Will."

Will was in a bit of a panic. He just kept Emma in his arms. He was running his hand across her upper back, and half way down her spine, doing his best to help her relax. Eventually they made their way over to the couch and they sat down. Will grabbed the kleenex for her and passed her one. He hated to see her cry. He hated knowing that there was something in her that was making her cry. That she was upset enough, especially this time because it was because of some guy. "You're a better man than he is, Will," Will just let out a small smirk and nodded in a thank you sort of way. He had never hit a woman, so yeah. He agreed. "Why am I so afraid to let this go? I'm almost 30! This is the type of things people make movies about."

"That's 40, not 30." Will reassured her. Emma sniffled and let out a smile while raising her kleenex to her eye.

"It's the same thing. I just.. I'm married Will! I'm married to a man who wants to be intimate with his wife. That's not a lot to ask for. It's.. expected! I'm just," Emma's eyes began to water again and Will was finding it hard to watch her. He wanted to reach out and wipe her tears away. God, he loved her. "I'm pathetic. That's what I am. I'm pathetic!"

"You're not pathetic Emma. I mean, I'm pathetic.. if anyone here is pathetic." He was pathetic. He had spent the past few months doing anything he could do to impress Emma. A married woman, who had made it clear that he was over him. She was moving on. She was moving forward in her life, and he wasn't. He was holding onto the past. He couldn't move on.

He was looking at Emma and she had the most beautiful look in her eyes. She had a dozen different emotions in her eyes. Worry. Thankfulness. Happiness. Sadness. Bravery. Excitement. Disappointment. And many more. It was like a story of emotions. Kindness, though. She always had a look of kindness in her eyes. Will was looking straight into her eyes, and she into his. Will knew what was happening, and she was married, so it shouldn't, but he didn't deserve her. Emma would never make the first move, so that was Will's responsibility. Will leaned into her and kissed her. Softly, at first. After a few seconds Will let his tongue slide out from his own mouth to meet Emma's lips. Emma welcomed his tongue, and he could feel her smile against his lips.