Will sits at the kitchen table, stirring his coffee, which has turned as cold as the milk he poured in it twenty minutes ago.
"I'm not sure how they do things in Atlanta, but where I come from, we keep milk in the fridge," Chad says, taking the jug of milk out of the microwave and putting his oatmeal in.
Seeing that Will is still in a daze, Chad touches the milk jug to Will's neck before putting it in the fridge, "What the h—hey!" Will says, jumping up, and spilling the coffee on his pajamas in the process.
"Oh, man, I'm so sorry," Chad says, grabbing some paper towels and dabbing them on Will's clothes, "that must hurt! I am so so sorry!"
"Hurt? What?"
"Is it burning you? I'm so sorry!" Chad says, dabbing more frantically now.
"Burning me? Oh, uh, no…I guess it's actually pretty cold now," Will says, realizing how long he had been sitting there.
Chad stops dabbing, and, hearing the microwave beep, says, "Well, in that case, you can clean it up." He tosses Will the paper towels and goes to get his breakfast.
Will goes to the sink to dampen the paper towels, then takes care of the few drops that made it to the floor.
"Sooo….What's your problem?" Chad asks, chewing his oatmeal.
"What? What problem?" Will asks, throwing away his paper towels and sitting back at the table.
"Uh, the problem that has you putting milk in the microwave, and sitting here stirring cold coffee, staring into space," Chad clarifies, shoveling in another mouthful.
Will looks down at the table, then sighs, "Well, I thought that I was finally getting somewhere with Sonny."
"Oh yeah," Chad says, dropping his spoon loudly into his bowl, focusing all of his attention on the conversation at hand, "he come up here?"
"Yeah, I was just getting out of the shower…" Will begins to explain.
"Yeah, I figured," Chad laughs.
"What? You…" Will stops, smiles, and shakes his head, "What am I gonna do with you?"
"Now," Chad says with fake seriousness, "I think the question is…what are you gonna do with Sonny."
Will rolls his eyes, "Well, apparently nothing."
"What?!" Chad says, smacking the table with both hands, "I gave you the perfect opportunity!"
"I know! AND, perfect timing too…he just—"
"Broke up with B—her, yes I know," Chad interrupts.
"You know? How do you know?"
"We chatted," Chad says, nonchalantly.
"Oh, geez," Will says, putting his hand to his forehead.
"We're kind of, you know," Chad says, making air quotes, "'friends' now."
With a deep sigh, Will continues, "Anyway…I wouldn't swear to it, but, when I answered the door, he seemed kind of…out of sorts. Like, I don't know, maybe not, but…like he was checking me out…standing there…in just my towel."
Chad's eyebrows do a little jump, "Well, that sounds promising."
"Yeah, but then…I told him I was gay, and he just, got up and left…no explanation, no nothing."
"Oh…that does not sound promising."
"Gee, thanks."
"Yep. Just stating the facts. So…one of two things could have happened there…Number one, he's uncomfortable around you now, because he knows you're gay, OR, Number two, he's uncomfortable around you now, because he knows you're gay."
"What?" Will says, shaking his head, "that's the same thing!"
"Ah, contraire mon frère," Chad says, tilting his head and raising his index finger. "Number one, he's upset because you are gay, and it makes him uncomfortable that you are. Number two, he's upset because you are gay, and he himself just broke up with his girlfriend, and is potentially checking you out in almost all of your glory in our living room, and is thus perhaps contemplating his sexuality as well."
Will sits, thinking over what Chad has just said.
"Just a thought," Chad says, getting up to rinse his bowl.
"You know, I kind of thought so too, on set yesterday, when he kissed me," Will says, remembering the mistletoe scene.
Chad drops the bowl in the sink, and quickly comes back to sit in his chair, "He did what?!"
"Well, he kissed me…but…"
"No buts…well…"Chad looks at Will, who gives him a don't-even-say-it look, "not yet anyway."
Will rolls his eyes, "It was part of the scene."
"Oh, so, scripted then," Chad says, dropping back in his chair.
"No, no, not scripted exactly."
Chad sits back up on the edge of his seat, "So, he gave you an unscripted kiss?"
"Well, yeah, technically…I mean, in the script, it was kind of a mutual leaning in, but…" Will says, fondly remembering the way that Sonny had initiated the kiss.
"But what?! You're killing me here!"
"Well, he put his hand on my cheek, then slid his hand around to my neck, then pulled me in and kissed me…like, for a while."
"Oh, well, I think we've gone way beyond promising now."
"But, well, we had just had a fight, because I thought…well, I thought your number one…that he was upset because I was gay. Which didn't make any sense to me, because, hello, we're acting out a gay storyline, so…clearly he doesn't have a problem with people being gay!"
"So, did you clear it up with him?"
Will remembers what Sonny had whispered to him after their part of the scene was over, "It's like that."
"Well? Did you?" Chad asks.
"Well, yes, I mean, I think when he kissed me like that, he was showing me that he doesn't have a problem with being a part of the storyline…that he's comfortable enough with me and with me being gay that he can kiss me and it isn't an issue with him."
"Kiss you on set and it isn't a problem, or kiss you kiss you and it isn't a problem?"
"Yeah, I guess that's what I need to find out," Will says, "We did the rest of our scenes yesterday, and then, by the time I was ready to leave the studio, he was gone. We never really got to talk about what happened."
"So, talk to him about it today."
"Yeah, I will today," Will says, then quickly looks at the clock, "Today! Oh no, I have to be on set in ten minutes!"
"Oops," Chad says, as Will runs to his bedroom to get changed.
Will makes it to the studio just in time for a quick trip to makeup. Luckily, today begins with a bedroom scene, so his hair isn't too much of an issue. His heart is racing for a number of reasons as he runs to set and pulls his shirt over his head and jumps in the set bed. He takes a deep breath, glad that he has made it there with a minute or two to spare. Just then, Sonny props himself up on his right elbow and looks over at him from the other side of the bed, "Mmm…you smell good," he says with a smile.