The inspiration took a little more time to come. I hope that what I finally came up with won't disappoint you. I would love to hear what you think of it, so please review.

Twenty minutes later, Will and Leo finally came back from their walk, having conscientiously avoided the subject that was on both their minds. Will didn't know Leo well enough and Leo had a hint that Will would tell his mother what the young man would say. She seemed even closer to that long lost friend than she was to her writing partner, which was kind of surprising for the young boy because he had never heard of him. It was a shame because Will would have made the perfect uncle.

They were about to walk into his flat when they heard some singing (if you could call that singing) coming from the flat next door. Will frowned and understood what was happening. Jack was happening. And, judging by the length of their walk, the poor ones in Jack's apartment had probably gone through quite a lot already. So Will turned around and swung the door open.

"Jack, what are you doing ?"

Jack stopped singing, he was standing in quite an acrobatic position and bright and fluffy things were all over the place. He regained a more normal position and looked at Will, pouting because he had been interrupted.
"I met Tom Levitt in the hall." Tom waved his hand at Will, asking for help, while Jack wasn't looking. Michael still seemed very amused by the whole thing. It had been a long time since he hadn't seen such a bad show, but funny at the same time. It had allowed him to get his mind off the mess that was his life. "So I decided, since you don't allow me to show it to Julia, to show him... Jack 2012 !" He jumped and reached for the sign with a glittery twelve on it, which he hold in front of his left eye, holding two fingers next to his right eye, on the other side of his head. Since 2006 it had become more complicated to mime the name of his show but he was always full of bright ideas.

Leo looked at that crazy man he had already met a few times, since he was always barging in when Leo was with his mum. He still couldn't believe someone like him had managed it through life without any big trouble. It made him quite confident about his future, even if he was sure he would never be as confident as Jack.

Tom took advantage of the interruption for finally getting up. "Well... we'd better go check up on Julia."
"But you haven't seen the whole show yet !"
"We'll come back..." Or not. He didn't say it out loud but they were all thinking it.

They all started leaving Jack's flat, while this one was mumbling some very nice things about Will and his impolite manners, adding a little remark about him being chunky (as always). But just as they reached the hallway, an apparently very mad Frank left Will's flat with Julia just behind him. They didn't notice everyone looking at them.

"You're unbelievable !"
"Me ? I'm not the one who thinks that she has feelings for another person !"

They suddenly noticed that they weren't alone and stared at each other. Eventually Frank looked at his left hand and took off the ring he was still wearing. He then walked into the elevator, followed by Leo and the door closed up on them in the most complete silence.

Julia walked back in Will's flat and sat on the couch. She put her head in her hands and started sobbing. Seeing that, Michael went quickly to sit next to her and started stroking her back with his hand, as to console her. Right now his warmth was the only thing that could make her feel better. She sent away all the protests in her head and rested her head on his chest as he sank deeper into the couch. His arms were around her and she felt safe.

Tom stared at the scene with a slight look of disapproval but it wasn't really the time to make any comment. At that point in fact it wasn't really the time for anything. So he closed the door letting them have some privacy. He was now alone in the hallway, facing Will. An embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

"Weird way to meet, isn't it ?"
Will smiled too. "Yeah... I would invite you in but it seems like I can't get into my apartment anymore. I had forgotten what it was like to share it with Julia."
"Indeed, she can be pretty invasive."
They both laughed.
"Wanna grab a coffee ?"
"Sure, why not."

Julia had fallen asleep. Michael could see the dry tears on her cheeks. He knew it was partly his fault that they were here and it made him sad. He carefully pushed the strands of hair which were covering her face. God, she was beautiful. He still couldn't believe that this was real, that it wasn't just a fantasy of him. Of course she would probably wake up and push him away again, but right now she was in his arms and looked peaceful. His arms had gone numb but he didn't want to move them, afraid of breaking the moment.

But she finally woke up on her own and looked at him. She seemed lost, like when you wake up in a place that isn't yours and it takes you a few minutes to remember where you are.
"Michael ?"

She pulled away from his grasp and straightened up. Everything was coming back to her. Her talk with Frank had been awful. She had thought after Boston that they would manage to work it out without a fight but apparently they couldn't. She remembered all the harsh words he had said to her. She probably deserved them all but it was hurtful anyway. She remembered losing her cool and talking back to him, or rather shouting back to him. She remembered the embarrassed faces of everyone in the hallway and the nearly crying one of Leo. She was trying her best to make this easy on him but there was just nothing she could do and it was painful.

"I'm sorry about earlier."
"Don't be."

They were staring at each other, losing themselves into the blue eyes of one another. Their eyes had always been speaking more than their mouths. They could read love in them but they would never have admitted it. After staring for a while they just couldn't resist anymore and they both leaned forward to kiss each other, shyly at first, then in a more passionate way. There was that attraction between the two of them that they just couldn't overcome.

But Julia, once again, backed away, even if it was obviously hurting her.

"Too soon ?"
She nodded.

"Should I leave ?"
She nodded again.

So he reluctantly rose and walked at the door. They exchanged a last glance and he knew this wasn't over. This was everything but a goodbye. Suddenly he wasn't that afraid of walking through that door anymore. He would see her again, and soon.

Once he had left, Julia looked at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. She touched her lips delicately with her fingers, she could still feel him. And she could still hear the words of her husband I'm not the one who thinks that she has feelings for another person. She didn't think that, she knew it.