On Friday morning, Sonny comes into Common Ground at 5 am. He puts his being there way too early before meeting Will to good use by checking everything so that they'll survive two days without him. He knows he has to learn to let go and trust his employees and Chad who, under his carefree airs is as adamant they succeed as he is.
Sonny is reading papers at his desk when his cell rings. He crosses his fingers ('Will, please, don't cancel, please...') but is relieved to see it's Cam calling. He picks up, intrigued at such an early call and is even more surprised by the doctor's tone. " Hi, Sonny, I'm not bothering you ?" "No, no, It's OK. Is everything alright ?" "No, not really. Listen, you... you offered your help the other day. I hope you won't feel I'm overstepping..." "Of course, not. What do you need ?" "Money..."
After talking for a few minutes, Sonny hears someone knocking outside. It must be Will.
"Sorry, Cam, I'm off for the week-end. Can it wait until then ?" "No" Cam simply says "And I can't free myself till this afternoon." Sonny thinks it over, distracted by the repeated pounding on the door "What about you come and meet me up there, you have a car ?" "I can manage." "I'll send you directions. I'm bringing the sum with me. You still can't give me the reason ?" "I'd like to, but..." "Kay, see you then, Cam." Sonny hangs up and runs to the door.
Will is always gorgeous. No matter what he's wearing, whatever the season. There's something magnetic in his smile, an air-quality-changing vibe emanating from his body. Sonny feels in top-form ready to enjoy the week-end without reservations.
They exit the grocery-store and place the bags on the back seats of Will's car. Sonny had been in it already but this time Will seems to have cleaned it. Sonny jokingly comments on it and Will gives him a weird look. Sonny wonders if he's hit a weak spot and waits. Will clears his throat, puts his eyes on the road and says "I had no idea, sir, you were such a clean-freak. I must have dreamed all those things cluttered around your apartment last time I was there..." He glances at Sonny, eyes sparkling. Sonny relaxes. He pivots and grabs a potato chips bag. He offers Will one and munches another. Will doesn't thank him and asks "Another!" Sonny complies. Then "Again !" Finally, Will hollers "Eh, slave! Where's my next chip ?" Sonny tries not to laugh as he takes a haughty tone to answer " I might be your slave, but I demand respect, o master, or the bag is going in the back and I won't do nothing." Will bites his lips then speaks with an ingratiating falsetto voice "O Sonny, light of my days, do grant me the redeeming chip for my desperate mouth..." Sonny stops breathing and swallows a few times to chill. When he's better, he slips a chip directly between Will's lips who clenches his teeth on it. Sonny really can't help a slight moan and hurriedly hides it by proclaiming "It's my syndicate break now. I'll stuff myself with these chips and if there's one or two left, I'll consider yielding them..." Will is mute. After a while, a hand comes tickling Sonny's ribs." He laughs uncontrollably "Will, stop, you're driving!" "Then obey my bidding, if you want to get there in one piece." Sonny is beginning to regret coming this week-end ; if Will is going to talk like that all the time, he might blow a fuse.
In the salmon rose light, the sun is starting to ascend above the lake they are now driving by and Sonny get lost in contemplating the delicate colors and nuances that reflect in the water. He taps on Will's shoulder. "Will, don't you want to stop for a while, it's magnificent, up there." Will parks the car and takes his seatbelt off. He walks on the side of the road, stretching and quietly states "You have a talent for noticing what is beautiful in the world, Sonny. I'm glad you're here." The beautiful thing in the world that is Will gives him a smile then turns to watch the sun rise and Sonny doesn't ask anything else from life but this moment, this abandon and pure happiness.