OK, Will's POV agrees with me now. Hope it also agrees with you. I like writing from his perspective too now (or maybe I like not having to think about ending each verb with an 's', who knows...). Thanks for all those who are still reading and thanks so much for the reviews!

"Sonny ?" "Yes, kitten ?" "Aren't you cold ?" Sonny smiles against Will's neck. They must have stayed an hour seated on the gravel in front of his apartment and he can't feel his butt anymore. "You want to come in ?" Will slowly gets up, looking stiff too. He holds his hand to Sonny who checks his eyes. The eyelids are a little puffy but the white of the eyes doesn't have red in it anymore. The thing is, Will has cried all through the telling of his new year's story. Strangely it was worse and less terrible than what Sonny had feared. Worse in that he can see how this has shattered Will's confidence so much it still isn't fully repaired. And also because it's put him in a weakened position with his dad. But at least, the guy hadn't succeeded and Will mostly had a big fright. He doesn't dare imagine the state Will would be in if he had actually been forced. He keeps his hand in Will and they go through the door. The table is empty, the dishes are done and there's a note on the table. Sonny reads 'I'll calm Lucas down and then it will be my turn to invite you. So sorry for us making a scene earlier. Welcome to our crazy family.' Sonny chuckles, passes the note to Will and goes to the fridge to take out the untouched chocolate cake that was planned for dessert. He puts it in front of Will with two spoons and a defiant look.

Sonny glances at his alarm clock that reads 3 am. He repents having stuffed his stomach with chocolate to the point that he can't find sleep. He watches Will who doesn't share this problem and is spread all over the bed, driving Sonny to content himself with the edge of the mattress. But he doesn't mind. He revels in seeing Will relaxed at last and appreciates how worn out he must have been after all those emotions. Then he wonders if he should take this sleepless opportunity to study. Or read a book. Yet, the idea of actually moving from the bed is not appealing and he can't help his mind from going back to the previous evening. He's just had an eyeful of an angry Sami and is way relieved it wasn't directed at him. And Will has opened up to him and recalled something very intimate and hurtful and Sonny feels this is a big step in their relationship. An hour later, he turns the alarm down and goes to take a shower. He grabs a notebook and begins writing.

Will's POV

Something is missing in the bed. It's unbalanced. I tap the air with my hand to put it back in place and I hear a rustle. Is Sonny made of paper, now ? Because he doesn't seem to take any room. I roll on my side and manage to open one eye. My eyelid are crowded and my tongue is coated. The numbers on the clock can't be right. Or it would be fifty-two sixty and I'd be late. For what ? Have I vexed the clock when I knocked it upside down just now ? It's getting revenge. Even clocks have egos and are mad at me for not being attentive to their needs.

Two loud bips wake me up. This time I get my head a little clearer and remember the rustling noise on the pillow. There's a note tucked into the pillowcase. I put my back against the wall to read it 'So, you're finally up ? While you were snoring, some had to toil! You're kindly ask to come for moral support to overworked baristas, with a possible coffee cup in exchange." I smile and stretch. I fell light today, as if I've been unloaded something. It's when I open the fridge door that my father's behavior last night comes back to my mind to hit me. I lean my forehead against the cold edge and take a deep breath, as I resolve not to let this ruin my mood. I catch the milk bottle and close the door to find that another note has stuck itself on the top of the fridge. I bring it along with a bowl to the table 'If you are able and eat the rest of the chocolate cake, I'll be envious of your stomachic capacities, my love. If you're not, I've made blueberry pancakes, they're under the cloth on the bar.' I turn and recognize the tropical flower I brought yesterday, lying on… another note that is itself on the clothed pancakes. When did he do all that ? He has to leave at five thirty. I put them in the micro-wave while I read 'I couldn't sleep. Next time, forbid me to eat that much. I couldn't have anything this morning but at least I'm feeding you. I love you.' I put it down and eat the rye pancakes. It's so delicious, I let out a moan. My boyfriend is fantastic.

I find the next note in the bathroom, on the mirror. Even though I was expecting that, it's amazing! I didn't expect the rolled one in the tooth glass, though. Did he use up the whole notebook ? The two notes assemble to say ' I got the impression, yesterday, you didn't feel your appearance was holding up. Let me refute this idea as strongly as I can and for ever. Even if it takes all of my time. You are…' and then '… so gorgeous I can't breathe when you look at me. There's a light around your face, so very pure, and you always look perfect even when you're asleep like now. So, doll up if you want, know that it's unnecessary. You'll always be beautiful !' I'm the breathless one now. Sonny, my angel, thanks for loving me so much. And for showing it. I even believe what he writes and that's something. It makes me be extra careful to look good, more than usual.

I open my wallet to slide the sweet words in it and keep it open to add the note that's taped to the front door. 'I want to touch you and kiss you, but you need your rest my love. So, I'll pass the time writing a few things down. First, I love you. Second, I need you. All the time. Three, you're making me so happy, more that I've ever been. Also, you have a capacity for love and empathy and tenderness that seems limitless. And last but not least, when I'm making love to you, I feel indestructible and very very manly. Thanks for having agreed to be with me.'

Sonny

Sonny hands the last client in the line his coffee and allows himself to sit for a while. He wonders if Will has woken up and how he reacted to his sweet notes. In the middle of the night, it felt very romantic but afterward, he's afraid he was quite cheesy. He's expecting Will to show up with a smirk, tapping his shoulder and saying he's cute and all but no need to go overboard. Sonny sighs and begins his calculations thinking about Chad. At least, he mulls sadly, he's avoiding all those fastidious maths and paperwork. He immediately feels guilty and goes back to his sums that aren't adding up and his frustration rises. He gets up to find a missing bill and sees Will come in and throw himself at him. Half-strangled, he hears him repeating "Thanks, thanks. I love you so much." interspersed with sobs. He's uncomfortable with the idea of having made Will cry again but this fades when his lover kisses him with all the passion he can muster, while being decent in a public place. Sonny's heart is swept away.