Will assumes Sonny's thinking the gardens--the new flowers and the heady scents--will help relax him. He'd want to offer comfort. That's just who he is. More than that, he's want to know the truth so he could help fix it.
When it comes to Kristen DiMera, there's nothing to fix.
"Families can suck, huh?"
Will whips his gaze to Sonny's--hard and angry, damp. "She's not family."
"I understand. But it's still a family matter. We always have something going on in my family. Probably because we're so big."
"First world problems are not a family matter."
Sonny seriously debates on whether or not to let that comment slide. Will is, after all, exposed and hurting. But he can't bring himself to stomach it.
"You think just because my family has money, that magically makes all our problems go away? Makes all the hurt less so, buries bad history? That's pretty superficial of you, Will."
"I'm a superficial guy. Comes with the territory."
"That's a load of crap, but I'm willing to give you a pass on that one because you almost got slapped in the face. Money didn't do much when my aunt Maggie got into a car accident while she was driving drunk, almost killing my mom. It sure as hell didn't help when someone filed a fake sexual harassment lawsuit against me when I was CEO of Titan Industries. Life doesn't discriminate based on the size of your bank account."
Will stops, forcing himself to calm down. "I'm sorry. Kristen knows how to put me in the worst mood, not good for company."
"But I'm not company." Before Will can deflect, Sonny grabs his face in his hands. "I love you."
"Sonny, stop."
"I will never stop."
"I'm not good enough for you. I'm not good enough for anyone, and I don't want to be."
"That's what the key is for, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Sonny reaches down, lifting the key from where it hangs. "It wasn't some guy that broke your heart. It was Kristen. Now you want to lock it all away, shut it down so you won't even consider love when it's being given freely. Won't let yourself reciprocate. It's so much easier. If you're not in love, it doesn't matter if they leave first. Which makes you spineless."
"So what?" Will smacks his hand away. "It's still my life. I live it exactly how I want to, and it suits me just fine. You're the hopeless romantic, Sonny. Under all that business sense, that fancy degree, you're an idealistic fool. I don't put stock in ideals. What we are tight now, that's what matters now. One day you're going to wake up in your big, fancy mansion in the middle of a small town, wondering how you could've been so stupid. And you'll leave, running straight back to Chicago, back to your position at Titan Industries as CEO, marry some classy guy named Evan, and have beautiful children together."
"What about the two weiner dogs?" Sonny says mildly.
"Oh." Will throws up his hands. "Shit."
"So we're in agreement. First the only guy named Evan I know killed the mom of his biological son. He definitely creeps me out. Second, more importantly, what I'm going to do, Will, is live in this big, fancy mansion with you. I'm going to raise a family with you, right here. Weiner dogs or not."
"You can say it as many times as you want, but that doesn't make it truer than before."
Now Sonny's smiling, a big wide open smile. "You wanna bet?"
There's something about Sonny when Sonny gets like this, Will suddenly understands. Something powerful and and just a little terrifying when he wears that friendliness over the stubbornness at the very heart of him.
"I'm going to work. Just leave me the hell alone for a little while, understand? I'm way too pissed off to deal with you right now."
Sonny lets Will leave.
It's more than enough for Will to know being pissed off at Sonny was enough to stop the tears in his eyes dead in their tracks.
