The next morning Mackenzie woke in Will's guest bed, which wasn't any different than the two mornings before except she didn't remember how she got there.

She rolled over and thought back over the previous evening; she and Will had progressed through the box of movies, often skipping to their favorite parts and songs as opposed to watching them the entire way through. It had been a fun afternoon complete with a few mock battles over the remote; exactly what they both needed to decompress and distance themselves from the tension and emotions of the previous evening and that morning.

She remembered Will getting quiet during Billy and Julie's duet in Carousel and letting the film run through to the end. She had tried to tell him that he should get some sleep when the credits began to roll but he had instead insisted on turning on ACN to watch Elliot's show.

She didn't remember anything after the roll in music. She must have fallen asleep on the couch...but how did she end up in bed?

Her wondering was distracted by her stomach growling and she moved to look at the time; 9:30! No wonder she was hungry.

She flopped back on to the pillows and looked at the ceiling. 9:30 also meant that Will's 72 hour supervision period was over and this morning would not be spent over a shared paper and this afternoon would not be spent fighting over My Fair Lady versus Singing in the Rain.

She sighed deeply and began to mentally list the things she had left unattended at home, trying to find reasons to look forward to her weekend alone. She supposed she could call Sloan. Some retail therapy this afternoon and drinks tonight sounded like the perfect distraction to get her back into the normal swing of things.

And Sunday could be laundry and catch up on work day. If they were going to keep doing this thing, then the show needed to be flawless in the coming weeks. She could do that, put all of her energy in to work until she completely forgot about her personal life…

…of course that would be easier if Will wasn't the embodiment of her professional life. It was a cruel universe that sentenced her to love the man she couldn't have but kept him as the most important featured player in her life.

She pulled a pillow roughly over her face and gave a short shout of frustration.

At least they weren't biting each other's heads off any more…for now, she thought ruefully. And the week had allowed them to have some productive conversations. Of course she never did know what to expect from him next and just because he seemed to embrace her friendship for the moment she knew better to assume that was how it would remain.

She sighed and removed the pillow from where it was smothering her and took a deep breath. She froze and breathed deeply again...she smelled something wonderful and suspiciously familiar. She immediately abandoned her musings and was propelled out of bed and out of the bedroom.

She found Will in the kitchen, hovering over the griddle.

He looked over at her with a grin, "Welcome to the land of the living. Did you enjoy your nap?"

She blinked dazedly at him, "I slept for nearly 12 hours."

He nodded seriously, "You did. But you're awake now which is good because I made waffles."

"Belgium waffles." She observed.

"With strawberry and blue berry faces and everything." He added proudly, indicating for her to sit at the breakfast bar.

He dropped a plate in front of her and she stared down dumbly at the waffle staring back at her with bacon hair, blue berry eyes, strawberry lips, syrup beard, orange nose and egg ears. "You made me waffles?"

He sat down next to her with his own plate and tilted his head, "Yeah, you still like them right?"

She nodded quickly, "Yes, I mean, I haven't had them like this since...yes I still like them, I'm just...why?"

He shrugged, "Because it's breakfast time?"

She rolled her eyes, her annoyance helping her find her equilibrium."Billy..."

He looked back at his own plate, "I wanted to do something nice, to thank you for...you know...the past few days. I didn't want you to think I was sitting here counting down to 72 hours, eager to push you out the door. I wanted to let you know I've appreciated you being here...for me this past week."

She bit her lip and smiled at him, even though his attention was still focused on his own plate.

"Well, message received. Thank you, it's a wonderful breakfast." She looked down at her plate and began methodically mixing the fruit into the whip cream. "Although I have no idea how I'm going to eat it all! God, this has got to be my daily caloric intake all in one meal..."

Will looked at her, "Well I happen to know that in addition to not sleeping these past few months you haven't been eating well either. You've lost weight you didn't need to lose. A few extra calories on a Saturday won't do you any harm. Eat up."

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes, "Will...?"

"Mrhm?" He responded around a mouthful of eggs.

"How did I get to bed last night?"

She watched as he froze for a fraction of a second and then shrugged, "You fell asleep on the couch. During Elliot's show by the way. He's going to be very insulted."

She waved aside his extra commentary, "I fell asleep on the couch and woke up in the bed. How'd I get there?"

He sighed, "Mac..."

"You carried me?" She cut him off.

He looked at her for a long minute before nodding, "I didn't want you to have to wake up."

She gave him a gentle smile and shook her head, "How's your knee?"

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not an invalid you know."

She smirked, "Yeah, you kind of are. What would have happened if it gave out or you got dizzy fell?"

He shrugged, "You'd end up with a concussion too?"

She shook her head and turned her attention to consuming her breakfast.

After breakfast they cleaned the dishes together and picked up some of the detritus which had been left in the living room over the past 2 days. After that Will had pulled out the paper and after they had both read through it all he goaded her into helping him with crossword citing that "Saturday puzzles are hard; definitely a 2 man job."

It was well past noon, the apartment was cleaned, paper read and disscussed, crossword finished, they each had showered and changed and now Will was offering to make lunch.

Mac shook her head at him, "How are you possibly hungry? We had that huge breakfast barely 3 hours ago."

Will just shrugged wordlessly.

Mac smiled softly at him, "It's just as well anyway, thank you for making sure I didn't feel rushed out of the apartment this morning, it was sweet of you but I should probably get going." She picked up the bag she had brought out of the room with her.

"You don't have to go you know." He spoke as soon as her fingers closed around the bag handle.

She looked at him with a tilt of confusion, "I do know and thank you, but I'm sure you'd probably like some time to yourself."

She took a few steps to the elevator.

"I still have a headache." He blurted out.

She turned around, eyes wide, "Is that what this is about? How bad? Other symptoms? Do you want to call the hospital?"

He shook his head, "No...uhh, no. Not that bad I guess. Just, annoying. I mean it's nothing but what is 72 hours anyway? Seems awfully arbitrary to me."

Mackenzie sighed, "Will, it was a serious concussion. You're going to have lingering symptoms, including headaches, for at least another week. The 72 hours is just the buffer zone to make sure a diagnosis wasn't missed and you don't drop dead of an aneurysm without anyone noticing."

He nodded. "Yeah."

"You're okay?" Mac checked.

"Yeah. I'm okay." He nodded reluctantly.

She bit her lip, trying to decipher his actions, "You know this also means you're allowed back to work. I'll see you on Monday?"

He gave a single nod, "Yeah. Monday."

She smiled and turned back to the elevator. He watched her as she pushed the call button and shifted her weight. When the elevator opened she looked over her shoulder to him, "Bye Will. See you at work." but before she could step into the waiting car he replied quickly,

"I love you too."