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"Be sure to call me as soon as your little ass gets to the cabin!" Will held Grace tight as the cab pulled to the curb. Grace smiled at her best friend and nodded her head.

"I'll try my hardest. You know Karen; she might need the phone to helicopter in more alcohol. She's conducting the 2004 Berlin Lift." The two friends laughed and hugged once more. Jack opened the door to the complex to say good-bye to Grace.

"Take care, Jack. Be sure to watch Will for me." Jack offered a small smile and nodded, not wanting to say anything in particular to her. "Have a good time." He said.

Grace cocked her head to the left in surprise at Jack's demeanor. Usually he would make a crack about her never coming back and of course bringing up the incident with the sticker on her forehead. Grace looked into Jack's eyes for a split second trying to read what was wrong, but she decided not to pester him with it. After all, everyone knew he hated confrontation.

"Bye." She whispered to him. Jack's smile was bigger and a little more genuine now that he knew Grace wasn't going to bother him about anything he'd said – or hadn't been saying.

Will held Jack's hand as he watched his best friend and Karen drive into the bustling streets of New York and wondering if she would come back alive, considering the happenings of the last trip she took with Karen.

"She will be missed." Will sighed and let go of Jack's hand. Jack sighed, wishing the moment could've lasted longer than that split second. Jack smiled it off. "C'mon Will, she's only going to be gone two weeks."

Will nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but the apartment is going to seem so empty without her, yanno?"

"Yeah, empty." Jack knew the feeling more than Will could ever know. Jack bobbed his head a few times before following his friend though the complex doors.

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Jack's eyes slowly opened and he realized he had fallen asleep while reading a script he'd written. Jack glanced out the window at the beautiful city below. The sun was sinking gradually behind the Chrysler building, offering only the warmth of the remaining rays. Jack shivered and pulled on a fleece jacket, sneakers, and walked across the hall to Will's apartment.

He knocked on the door. Music could be heard through the door. Upbeat music, the kind people in love would dance to after celebrating an anniversary.

He heard Will's voice through the door. "It's open!" Jack opened the door and was shocked to find Will dressed as nice as he'd ever seen him. He could smell the wonderful, crisp, fragrance of his cologne as soon as he took one step into the apartment.

"So, how to I look?"

Jack blinked a few times and shook his head, stammering a little.

Will frowned. "That bad, eh? You know I thought this shirt was a bit much" He began to unbutton the powder blue short-sleeved shirt revealing a navy blue undershirt.

"No, it isn't that Will. I've never seen you look…" Will's deep brown eyes cast over Jack's. He couldn't tell him that he thought he looked wonderful, he just couldn't no matter how hard and how much he wanted to.

"So fat! Just wear a red tie and a bull is bound to hit you from 100 miles away!" Jack's mouth formed into an 'O' and he pretended to laugh at one of his many 'fat Will' jokes. Will rolled his eyes and strode off the kitchen step, storming past him and into his bedroom.

Jack closed his eyes in hatred of his own self and flopped onto the couch. Why couldn't he do it? Why couldn't he just tell Will he looked spectacular in that shirt? He heard Will enter the room again; Jack pretended to still be amused from his joke.

"Thanks for your fabulous input, Jack." Will spat, now sporting a green and baby blue plaid shirt unbuttoned a little, revealing a creamy green undershirt. He was also wearing dark denim jeans and dark brown boot-like shoes.

Jack decided not to tease him this time – he looked even better than before. "So where you going? Is it casual Friday at the office?"

"No Jack, it isn't. As a matter of fact, I have a date." Will grinned as he lifted his foot on the coffee table to tie his shoe. Jack's face fell, but quickly changed his expression when his friend looked at him.

"Who'd be that desperate?" He asked. Will turned around, glaring at him. Jack raised his hands defensively.

"Sorr-rry, just a questionay." Jack's eyes widened like they always did when he was accused of ridiculed of some sort.

"Well, the 'desperate' man's name is Justin and he is very nice, successful, and doesn't sleep in cowboy and duck pajamas, unlike some homos I know."

"Hey! I happened to like those jammies." Jack commented under his breath.

"Well, he doesn't and that is one of his best qualities. That he reminds me nothing of you."

Jack felt an emotional spear go through his heart but once again, he had to play it off – his whole friendship with Will depended on it. Jack began to groan and grunt loudly, clutching his chest, then pretended to pull his heart out.

"Here, I believe this belongs to you."

Will grinned and slapped Jack's cupped hands playfully. "Go back to your apartment and practice telling time so you know when to get a clue."

Will grabbed his wallet, keys, and took one last glance at himself in the mirror before ushering Jack out and walking to the elevator.

Jack leaned on the doorway watching the only man he loved meet another man. Jack was positive that there couldn't possibly be a worse feeling.