"You called me, Billy, not the other way around," MacKenzie said as she paced around her living room pacing at 11 am on a Sunday. She was supposed to be cleaning— her apartment had a layer of dust like no one had been living there for months, years maybe.

"See Mac, that right there. Why do you have to do that?" She knew there was a smirk on the other end of the phone. "I was just calling because—"

"For the love of GOD, Will. Get on with it!" She gave herself away at the end by laughing.

"Well now I'm not going to say it." Of course.

"William Duncan McAvoy, I am very busy, so if you just called to harass me on my day away from you—" She waved the cleaning rag in the air as a surrender that he would never see.

"If I told you I just called because I wanted to hear your voice—"

"I would never believe you, Billy. I'm in your ear all week— ONE day, one singular day, would not make you miss me."

"Well, believe it hot stuff 'cause it's true."

"Are you drunk or high?"

"Stone cold sober, and missing my MacKenzie."

"I am not your MacKenzie! You won't even tell me what was on the voicemail." She was more confused than ever.

"You don't need to know what it said. Just how I feel right now and I feel right now—"

"Like you need a psych exam?"

"I feel like I have been an ass, and I'm over the past and that I miss your sometimes very grating voice in my ear."

"You CALLED me! And now I'm grating?"

"Only sometimes. This complaining is a great example of it."

"I am supposed to be cleaning my apartment, but instead I'm being sidetracked by this buffoon on the phone."

"So, how about this option— what if I told you I had Chinese and I was standing outside of your front door?"

MacKenzie started to run to the door, but slipped because of her socks on her very dusty hardwood floor and with a boom fell to the floor. Will, who somehow had a key to her apartment and that she would question at another time because GOD her face hurt, came rushing in.

"You fell."

MacKenzie looked up at him with such a look—

"How about I help you up?"

"Good plan." She reached out for his hand and he yanked her upright. He helped her smoother her clothes back into place, "Why are you…?" Touching me? Here? she wanted to finish, but very much enjoyed the attention much to her dismay and confusion.

"I just…" he trailed off.

"Just?" She wasn't going to let him off easy.

"…wanted to… fuck, Mac. I have been sent here by Charlie and Jim, who I think was sent really by Maggie, to quote, 'get my head out of my ass' to tell you once and for all—"

"GET ON WITH IT!" Mac yelled, with a smile.

"I am," he narrowed his eyes at her, "That I maybe, sort of, kind of… still am in love with you." He moved a back and fluttered his hand around, uncomfortable.

"Good. Okay, so you go set up the food on the breakfast bar and then you're helping me clean today."

Will blinked at her several times, "What?"

"You heard me."

"But—"

"Yes, I knew all of that. You know how I feel, or you should, and so, if you want anything else to happen today we need to do those things first. In that order— eat, and then clean."

Will opened and closed his mouth a few times, It was that easy? "Yes, Ma'am." And he went and did as he was told.