At Marlena's office, the next day, Will is as full of energy as a battery "The new apartment is so beautiful, grandma! And we've met some great new neighbors. And we have friends in the building already and they live upstairs from us... And, with Sonny, we'll go to a Salsa lesson and..." Marlena is smiling at him but Sonny thinks she must be waiting to change the subject. When Will pauses, to catch his breath, she takes his hand and whispers "I'm so happy to see you looking so much better, Will. I'm sure Sonny has a lot to do with it," she winks to Sonny who answers with a small smile. She goes on "... and maybe our discussion, the last time, was fruitful too. I think we should talk about Adam again, but this time, I'd like you to focus on how you feel today about it. If you could both close your eyes and think about that day, tell me what feelings are coming up..." Sonny obeys. Strangely, all that seems far off. He can still see the events but with less precision. When suddenly, he pictures Will's eyes when Adam had threatened him. The suffering and fear in them. The fear to lose him. That Sonny has taken in, adding to his own fear of dying. And which he's still carrying. "Sonny, do you want to start?" How will he be able to express that? Yet, the last time, saying all this hard stuff, all these guilty feelings, had freed them in the end. He chooses his words carefully, slowly, keeping his eyelids shut. When he's finished, he hears Will's anxious breathing next to him. Shit, he shouldn't have said anything... "Very well, Sonny, thank you. Now, it's your turn, Will, how do you feel at this day?" Will doesn't say anything and Sonny's fear grows. All of a sudden, Will's voice comes up; strong and confident "I still hate him, he's made our life hell. But I'm not frightened of him any more. Sonny's here, with me. We won. I still have dark moments, but I manage to be away from Sonny for longer times. The nights are still hard, though. I try not to sleep because I don't want to dream about it and so I'm quite exhausted." Sonny's eyes have opened from the surprise of hearing this speech. He's made aware that even though Will need his support, he's got resources. He can let go of this fear, focus on the happiness being together brings. He meets Will's eyes and an identical smile spreads on both faces. He remembers his resolution, turns his eyes away and says "Marlena, I wanted to tell you... I don't know if Ill find the right words, but... Will is my whole life. Whatever happens, even in bad times and god knows we've been through a lot, he brings me so much, just by existing, by giving me his love, I..." He's run out of ideas, but Marlena replies "I didn't doubt that for one second. And you, Will?" Will, who was staring at his knees, raises his head and says "I hope he does, every day, that's what keeps me going. I almost lost him twice. It drilled holes in my head and parts of my life are falling through it. I think that, all things come in three and, one day, the phone will ring and..." This time the tears are flowing silently, so much that his shirt collar is drenched. Sonny cannot promise anything, he can't swear about the future. He asks Marlena for an authorization by a look, and she nods, so he takes Will in his arms. "If I'm still alive,
it's thanks to you, you went above and beyond your fears to save me. I 'm safe, you see." And he believes it. Will is passively letting him, putting his head against Sonny's chest, and he's touched in his inmost depths.
They come back to Sonny's studio and look at the half-filled boxes. Sonny sits at his table and puts his head on his crossed arms. He tries to recharge, but feels too down. He feels Will's hand on his back "I ask you for too much, love, I'm so sorry." "No, it's OK, Will, these sessions are hard to go through." He hears a light sigh, then Will asks "You want to take a nap?" He wants to say no, that he's OK, but something has arisen and is taking him at the throat. He gets up and lets himself be guided to the bed. Will brushed his hair, like he does so well and Sonny falls asleep.
He wakes up and looks at the time. He's been sleeping for two hours straight. An undetermined, nice smell looms around. He opens a reticent eyelid and sees a vague Will toiling about in the kitchen. He's cooking. For him and seems to be a full meal. Sonny watches him do, entranced. He loves it when Will takes care of him. He puts so much effort and delicacy in it. It's moving. It's healing. For the both of them, it seems. His cell signals a text and Will turns his head to him. They grin at each other, then Sonny reads 'No pb for salsa our teach was almost wonder why I bthered asking! C U Fr. Then? At 7pm at the commun. Ctr?' Sonny types "OK, we'll be there' and walks to the bathroom.
Will hasn't just cooked. He's prepared a sumptuous meal. Sonny is blown away a ferociously hungry. He goes behind Will and kisses his neck. Will turns in a swift movement and catches his lips. The kiss goes on and their hands start turning it in something more when the oven rings, interrupting them, so Will pushes Sonny away softly to take the dish out.
The boxes aren't filled that night but Sonny is better. The blues has passed by, the fear of losing Will will always be present in his life but he can direct his attention to how grateful he is to have him in it.