Sonny opens the door and let a rather cheered up Will in. He gives him quick pointed pecks along the neck and slowly lays him on his bed. He wonders how he to be as soft as possible, so as to give him exactly what he needs. The simpler way is asking "My love?" "Mmmm?" "What do you want?" "...I want you." Even now, this make Sonny smile with satisfaction. He insists "Yeah, but, precisely? Tonight, I'm at your orders... You know..." But Will doesn't bite to the kinky and gives him a tired look, so Sonny leaves it at that. He opens Will's shirt leisurely and brushes his chest "You want a massage?" Apparently, he's found it. Will lets himself be undressed and Sonny gets ready to be the more active one but Will suddenly grabs his head and pulls him in a long kiss. In it, there's a desire and a vigor that has Sonny leave his senses and he answers it with the same passion.
He takes his time to massage him and finally feels Will's body relax a little. He pushes at the same place, under the shoulder-blade and Will lets out a long blissful groan. Sonny smiles and looks at his man, so gorgeous and vulnerable, his gift from the heavens. As he's getting back to the massage, he realizes Will is asleep. He raises his hand, then lies next to him. He waits patiently for a long while and when he's sure Will is really out and looks peaceful, he gets up noiselessly to take a shower.
Two hours later, he's woken up by a hand gliding on his forearm. He opens heavy eyelids and Will grins "Sorry, darling, I didn't intend to..." Sonny pulls him in a hug. Will doesn't finish his sentence and kisses the crook of his neck. Sonny shudders and Will slides his hands down to Sonny's boxers. Sonny asses how present Will is, on a sexual level. He begins hoping the depression is gone. Yet, he shows absolute sweetness and Will's moans, under his tongue work, go up in volume. Sonny sucks him for a long while, then he comes back up, to dive into his eyes and refresh in their restored tranquility...
He goes back to sleep, body and heart merry and dreams of a big house near the ocean where Will and him make love in all the rooms. Unfortunately, when the morning comes, Will is back to his apathetic nervous self. He prepares a sumptuous breakfast but get depressed when one of the bacon slice overcooks. Sonny sees his head bend over and he leaves his plate to go circle Will with comforting arms. Will doesn't react and Sonny breathes "It's the stove. It's getting old. Time to find a better kitchen. We'll point that out to the renting agency. We have a meeting in an hour." Will closes his eyes and presses Sonny's hand. He gulps and answers "...a fridge." "A what?" Sonny thinks he misheard but Will looks up to him and says "We'll need a place with a better fridge than your relic. I'll put my stuff in it too now... Do you realize?" In his voice, there's an innocence and an excitement that makes Sonny takes the full extent of what they are about to do. And after all that has happened, living together still feels like the biggest adventure ever. Sonny immerses his nose in the blond springy hair and says "Do you still accept my tiny shower stall for the moment? Even if we're a little cramped in it?" Instead of getting more excited at the prospect, Will looks touched. He brushes Sonny's upper arm and replies "The fact that you still want me, like that, and so much... Even though I'm really down... You have no idea what it does to me." Tears gather at the corner of Sonny's eyes "Kitten, I love you more than anything. I would like that nothing bad ever happen to you, ever. But when it does, then anything I can do that helps is..." And what he can't convey in words, he puts in his eyes. And Will answers to those eyes. The kiss that follows is deep and trembling, as if it was their first one. Will is actually trembling lightly from head to toes. Sonny takes a step back and holds an inviting hand. They take their clothes off and walk under the stream of water, eyes locked, then one behind the other. When Will penetrates him, Sonny feels suddenly exposed and fragile too. He remembers with horrible precision the moment he thought he was going to die, when the gun gave him its steely smile. He focuses on the sensations Will is giving him and manages to extract himself from the memories. He yells softly "I love you, Will. I need you, too. We have to get through this..." Will pushes harder and whispers "If love is enough to do that, then it'll work fine because what I feel for you, right now, it's..." He stops to sigh of pleasure and Sonny feels a shudder along his spine "...it's something I can't even show you entirely. Am I making you feel good?" Sonny arches his back and answers "Oh, yeah... You always know how to do me some good."
Once clothed again, they go out, hand in hand, a tad stronger, definitely more joined. Sonny knows Will's road to mental health will be long but he's hopeful. He decides to be very difficult when it comes to the apartment, even if it slows them down and takes many visits. It is vitally important for them not to mess this up, but to find a place to resurrect, to repair themselves. Together.