Will slunk into the lobby of the Salem Inn. He knew it was late but he hoped they had a room available. Will still couldn't bring himself to tell anyone else what happened. Not yet. He wanted a few more hours of relative peace.

Recognizing the concierge, Will walked up to the desk inside the lobby.

Derrick, bored, glanced up at Will and sighed.

"He's not here anymore," Derrick informed Will. "I'd say you're all out of luck tonight."

Will blinked a few times. It took a while for his brain to catch up with the implication.

"I know he isn't," Will responded, offended. "I need a room for the night."

Will pulled out his wallet and slapped his credit card on the counter.

"Sorry," Derrick began to type into the computer. "Didn't mean anything by it."

After a few minutes, Derrick swiped Will's credit card.

Derrick's eyes narrowed, lips pursing. He tried swiping the card again.

"Is there a problem?" Will questioned, tired. He was emotionally and physically drained.

"Uh," Derrick said lightly. "It's not letting me take your card. Do you have another one I can try?"

Will wrinkled his forehead.

"No, I only have the one. That one should work," Will mumbled to himself.

Will pulled out his phone, opening his banking app. He nearly dropped his phone when he saw the credit card balance.

"Oh my god," Will gasped.

Clicking on the transactions link, Will flared his nostrils, seething.

'What the fuck, Sonny?' Will thought. 'What the hell else has he been hiding from me?'

"Uh," Derrick watched as the blonde's face turned red. "Is everything alright?"

"No," Will slammed his phone on the counter. "Nothing is alright."

Will put his head in his hands. He couldn't deal with this. He really couldn't. It was too much.

"Should I call, uh, you know, your friend?" Derrick suggested.

"No," Will wiped under his wet eyes with the back of his hands. "No. I'm done here."

Derrick watched as Will stormed out the door, anger painted across his face.

Paul sat on the edge of his bed, IPad in his hands.

'Horton, Kiriakis: Salem's Historic Wedding,' Paul read the headline. 'I should have read this first. It would have saved everyone a lot of pain.'

Paul could barely reconcile everything that happened since he came to Salem.

'Of all the men to meet in Salem it had to be Sonny and then Will,' Paul thought. 'Just when I let go of Sonny, I had to fall for his husband.'

Paul knew his feelings for Will ran deeper than he originally thought. Seeing and feeling Will fall apart in his arms unlocked something in Paul. It was why he encouraged Will to make things work with Sonny. Will wouldn't have broken so hard unless he really loved Sonny.

'I care more about Will's happiness than my own,' Paul realized.

Also, Paul knew that once Will heard the whole truth he would never look at Paul the same way again.

'I ruined things before I ever met Will,' Paul understood.

A selfish part of Paul wished that Will hadn't of pushed him away the day before. Wished that he had at least one night to be with Will.

'I was so close,' Paul thought. 'So close to being with him. Why did he have to run away?'

'I just wanted one night,' Paul closed his eyes. He tossed away the IPad with Will and Sonny's smiling faces staring at him.

Paul felt a lot of things for Sonny Kiriakis over the years. Today was the first day he ever came close to hating him.

Knock Knock Knock

Paul was on his feet and rushing towards the door. Only two people knew he was here. Kayla Brady certainly wouldn't be knocking at his door this late.

"Will," Paul greeted. "What are you-?"

Will, determination blazing in his eyes, grabbed Paul's neck, pulling him into a heady kiss.

Sonny pulled himself up from the floor. His knees shook, feeling ill.

His stomach growled with hunger but he didn't care. It seemed irrelevant to Sonny. Nothing mattered now.

Sonny ignored the plate his mother left out for him. Instead, he picked up one of Ari's stray stuffed animals and headed into the bedroom.

Collapsing on the bed, Sonny shoved his face into Will's pillow and inhaled. It smelled just like Will. The toy smelled just like Ari.

'Don't let this be the end,' Sonny cried quietly to himself. 'I can't lose them. I can't.'

Sonny vaguely wondered when this became his life. When he became they type of husband, type of person to push his husband until he broke. When he turned into a man that threw everything away for sex.

'Did I really love Paul for that long?'

Sonny didn't think so.

When he married Will, he wasn't thinking about Paul. When he asked Will to marry him, he didn't think about Paul. After Will rejected him, Sonny did think of Paul. Not in a wistful, longing way. Will didn't accept Sonny's proposal right away but Sonny knew he would. Eventually, one day, one way or the other, Sonny was going to marry Will Horton.

'Paul rejected me and it was the end of it all. I couldn't handle it. I had to get out. It wasn't like that with Will.'

The fact that Sonny left Paul after the failed marriage proposal contributed to everything now.

'I didn't ever reconcile my feelings for him. I compartmentalized them, pushed them to the side. But I never conquered them. Paul was my big what if. When I saw him in the hospital, without Will around, that what if smacked me in the face.'

'And I ruined everything with that what if. That what if turned into a big fat nothing.'

'Paul's handsome, mature, successful,' Sonny thought. 'But he isn't Will. He doesn't make me feel what Will always had.'

'I love Will,' Sonny sniffed and wiped at his nose. 'I'll do whatever I can to make this right.'

Sonny never even realized he forgot to tell Will the whole truth.

Paul stumbled backwards, his arms a tangle of Will. Will's mouth working against his. Will's fingers clutching at Paul's hair.

For a few moments, Paul kissed back. He wanted to hold onto Will, savor the opportunity. Responsibility urged him to stop.

"Will," Paul pulled away from Will's mouth and put some distance between them. "Will, what are you doing?"

"You want this, don't you?" Will dismissed. "So do I."

"I'm pretty sure you don't," Paul argued.

Will shook his head, eyes lidded. He batted his eyes once, twice as his fingers slid from the bottom of Paul's shirt up to the back of his neck.

Will kissed Paul again, soft and slow. It wasn't frantic the way the first kisses had been.

Paul groaned, bunching the bottom of Will's shirt in his hands. He opened his mouth when Will's tongue brushed over his lips.

Paul knew he needed to stop this, had to stop this. But Will was making it difficult to resist.

"No," Paul reluctantly moved out of Will's arms. "I thought, I thought you were going to Sonny."

"I did," Will answered. His arms wrapped around his middle, head bowing.

"Then why are you here?" Paul questioned. 'How can you kiss me after what I did?'

"Be-because," Will began. "Because everything was a lie and I can't, I can't."

Will shook his head, clenching his eyes. He didn't want to cry again. He was done crying. He was done caring. He was not going to waste his time on someone that never loved him.

"Can't what?" Paul asked. "Did you talk to him?"

"Oh, I talked to him alright," Will scoffed angrily. Looking up at Paul, Will gritted his teeth. "He cheated on me with his ex. That he apparently never got over."

'Just an ex?' Paul frowned. 'Sonny didn't tell him who it was?'

"He married me," Will bit his lip to stave off his tears. "When all along he wanted to marry him."

Will's chest quivered, throat burning.

"Will," Paul couldn't do this. 'Will has to know.'

"I went to stay at the Salem Inn," Will added in a low voice. "And I couldn't. My credit card declined. I looked and there were all these charges. Suppliers, restaurant warehouses, markets and-," Will sighed. "Sonny never told me about those either."

"What else didn't he tell me about?" Will looked at Paul.

Paul held his breath. Will's normally sparkling eyes were blank, lifeless. Paul knew he needed to tell Will. Will had to know the truth.

'But that's why I sent Will away,' Paul recalled. 'I sent him to Sonny. Sonny needed to do the right thing. Sonny needed to look at Will and tell him the truth. How could he not tell Will the truth?!'

Paul opened his mouth, ready to tell Will everything.

A small voice in the back of his mind hissed at Paul to think.

'Sonny didn't tell Will about me. That means Will doesn't know. Will might never know.'

'I could be with Will,' Paul realized.

"Sorry," Will choked out after a few silent moments. "I don't know why I keep coming to you."

"I want you to," Paul promised.

Paul slid his hand from Will's shoulder, down his arm to take his hand.

"I'm always going to be here for you," Paul continued.

Will nodded before making to kiss Paul again.

"That's not a good idea," Paul said, inches away from Will's lips. He wanted Will. Wanted to kiss him, hold him, make Will his. But not now, not like this.

"Why not?" Will's lips trembled. "You don't want me either?"

"You know that's not it," Paul squeezed Will's hand. "I just don't want you to regret anything, especially me."

Will dropped his head.

"You love your husband," Paul continued. "You're hurting now and you want him to hurt too."

Will lifted one shoulder, not wanting to admit it.

"You don't know how much I want to be with you," Paul admitted. "But I can't let you hurt yourself anymore. You don't want to become a cheater. That's not who you are."

"So," Paul smiled encouragingly. "I'm going to make up my bed for you and I'll stay on the sofa. Alright?"

Will nodded. If he could feel anything besides crippling pain he would be embarrassed.

"Thanks," Will whispered.

"Come on," Paul pulled on Will's hand. "Let me get you a towel and something to wear. You can take a shower."

"I'm sorry I ruined your New Year's Eve," Will mumbled.

"You didn't ruin anything," Paul argued. "You're exactly who I wanted to spend it with anyway."

Paul slumped on the couch once he heard the water starting in the bathroom. He buried his head in his hands.

'I can't lie to him,' Paul argued with himself. 'But it doesn't seem like Sonny's going to tell Will the truth either.'

Instead of the thoughts and guilt he had earlier, Paul had a different point of view.

'I came to Salem, worked out my feelings for Sonny, and met Will,' Paul thought. 'That can't be a coincidence. Fate brought me here and fate brought me to Will. As Sonny was throwing his relationship away, I was falling for Will.'

'Will deserves better,' Paul decided. 'And I'm going to be the one to give it to him.'

Water ran down Will's body, soothing his aching joints. He didn't do anything today but felt so sore and exhausted. The water revived Will, made him feel like everything would be okay.

Will knew that was a lie.

'Why did I throw myself at Paul?'

Will leaned his head against the wall, fists clenched.

'This is why Sonny doesn't love me. Because I do stupid, impulsive things. Because I don't think about anyone but myself. Because I'm an idiot.'

Will turned off the water in a daze. He dried off with the fluffy towel Paul left behind for him. He threw on the clothes robotically, mind anywhere but on his task. Will almost smiled when he noticed the toothbrush wrapped in plastic on the counter.

"Hey," Paul greeted when Will slumped out of the bathroom.

"Hi," Will responded.

"You look dead on your feet," Paul offered. "Here."

Paul moved off the sofa and prepared the bed. He pulled down the comforter and fluffed up the pillows.

'This definitely isn't how I pictured getting Will in my bed,' Paul realized. 'Miserable because his husband slept with me wasn't anywhere on that list.'

"Ready for bed?" Paul asked, looking over at Will.

Will nodded.

"Night, Will," Paul whispered, flicking off the lights.

"Did you sleep alright?" Paul questioned once he noticed Will was awake.

Will, leaning against the headboard on Paul's bed, shook his head no. He pulled his knees towards his chest.

"If it makes you feel better," Paul offered. "I think I got a crick in my neck from the couch."

"That doesn't make me feel better," Will replied. "It makes me feel guilty, guiltier."

"You don't have anything to be guilty over," Paul assured Will. "I told you to take the bed."

"I shouldn't have come here," Will continued. He rubbed against the soft fabric of the pajama bottoms Paul loaned him. "I shouldn't have thrown myself at you."

"No," Paul agreed. He recalled what it felt like to have Will pressed against him, kissing him. "I knew it wasn't what you wanted though, not really."

"You're a really nice person," Will told Paul.

"I'm not," Paul denied. 'I'm a liar. I know you need to know the truth and I'm keeping it from you.'

'Am I any better than Sonny?' Paul questioned. 'We're both keeping the same secret from Will. I'm not his husband though.'

"Can I get you anything?" Paul asked. He needed something to do to distract himself from the situation.

"My phone?" Will wondered.

"It's plugged in over here," Paul got off his couch. He grabbed Will's phone and tossed it to him.

Will looked over his phone. There weren't any calls or messages from Sonny. Will didn't know if that was good or bad.

"My dad's bringing Ari here," Will read out loud.

Will sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

"How am I gonna explain this to my dad?" Will asked morosely.

"You don't have to tell him anything right now," Paul pointed out. "You don't have to say anything until you know what's happening."

"He's gonna know something's wrong," Will looked at Paul. "He always knows."

"Sounds like he cares about you," Paul smiled. "Maybe he could help you."

"I don't want anyone else knowing," Will admitted.

"Am I the only one that knows?" Paul sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed. He ensured there was plenty of space between them.

"No," Will licked his lips. "Sonny's mom knows." Will rolled his eyes. "And whoever Sonny slept with. Anyone he told I guess."

"Right," Paul mumbled.

"I don't want anyone to know," Will rested his chin on his knees. "Know how pathetic I am."

"You aren't pathetic!" Paul insisted, getting worked up. "None of this is your fault."

"If I was a better husband, he-," Will tried.

"No!" Paul argued. He moved closer to Will, touching his ankle. "None of this is your fault. You didn't do anything to make this happen. Even if you were being a crap husband it doesn't matter. Your husband made his choices."

Will looked away from Paul, saying nothing.

"I know it's going to take time for you to understand this," Paul reiterated. "But this situation isn't your fault."

"It feels like it," Will confessed. "It feels like I should have known."

"Should have known what exactly?" Paul wondered.

"That it was too good to be true," Will shrugged. "I didn't get it then and I don't get it now. What made me think I was good enough for Sonny?"

Paul's chest constricted at Will's casual insistence he was the problem.

"Will," Paul couldn't even think of anything to say to that. There didn't seem to be words big enough to refute Will's claims.

"You don't have to say anything," Will flashed Paul a half smile. "I know it's true."

"It's not," Paul argued. "At all."

Will pulled away and off the bed.

"I need to get dressed," Will stated. "My dad will be downstairs soon."

"Yeah," Paul agreed. "Do you need anything? Borrow some clothes or something?"

"My clothes from yesterday should be fine," Will replied.

"At least take the jacket," Paul insisted. "It's freezing out there. I'm surprised you haven't gotten a cold after yesterday."

"I didn't think to take anything," Will recalled. "I just left."

"What are you going to do now?" Paul asked.

Will paused inside the bathroom door.

"I don't know," Will responded. He pressed his lips together.

"You could always stay here," Paul offered.

"I can't keep Ari here," Will knew. "She needs to be at home."

"Do you want to be there?" Paul lifted one eyebrow.

"I spent my whole life moving from home to home," Will reminded Paul. "I can't do that to my daughter."

"Are you going to work things out with Sonny?" Paul pressed.

Paul didn't like this. He didn't want Will going back to Sonny. He needed to keep Will as far from Sonny as possible. He knew what would happen if Sonny got to Will.

"I'm not sure," Will mumbled.

With that, Will walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Will wasn't exactly being truthful with Paul. He did want to work things out with Sonny. He loved Sonny. He always had.

'I just don't think he ever loved me,' Will clenched his eyes shut.

Paul closed the apartment door and followed after Will.

"What's your dad like?" Paul asked as they walked down the stairs. "I don't think we've talked about him as much as your mom."

"He's nice," Will said. "Supportive, loves me. He's just as dramatic as my mom. Gone through just as many spouses and partners too. But everyone thinks he's different than her."

"Why is that?" Paul laughed. "Why is everyone so against your mom?"

"It's my mom," Will stated as if that explained everything. "It doesn't matter what she does, everyone's against her. Of course that's cause she's crazy. But…" Will trailed off.

"But she's your mom and only you get to call her that, right?" Paul smiled.

"Right," Will nodded. He appreciated that Paul understood.

Will turned to face Paul. They were in the hallway in the back of the pub. Paul's baseball cap was back in place.

"Thanks again," Will caught Paul's eyes. "For everything."

"I told you Will," Paul reached his hand out. He traced a fingertip down Will's cheek. "I'll always be here for you."

Will nodded, eyes watering.

"Come here," Paul pulled Will into a hug. "You'll get through this. You're strong and you deserve everything. Don't let anyone tell you differently."

Will clutched the back of Paul's jacket in his hand. He didn't say anything but Paul knew.

"Alright, little girl," Lucas set Ari down in a booth. "Where's Daddy?"

Ari shook her head. She didn't know.

"We should find him, huh," Lucas pinched Ari's cute little cheek. "God, I love you," Lucas told Ari.

Lucas didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as he did Will and Allie. But he loved Arianna just as much. Who knew being a grandparent would open your heart so wide?

"Hey," Lucas flagged down one of the waiters. "Have you seen Will around?"

"Yeah," the guy answered. "He's in the hallway."

"Thanks," Lucas nodded.

Lucas, leaving the diaper bag at the table, lifted Ari.

"Let's go surprise Daddy," Lucas told Ari in a whisper.

Ari held a tiny finger to her lips. She made an exaggerated shushing sound.

"Exactly," Lucas nodded.

Lucas turned into the hallway and stopped short. Of all the things he expected to see, this was not it.

Lucas anticipated Will on his phone or Will talking to an employee. He did not predict seeing his son wrapped around another man, clinging to him.

Lucas didn't recognize the man holding onto his son. The man with his nose buried in his son's hair. The man that held Lucas' son as if he were the single most precious item in the world.

Lucas cleared his throat, face unreadable.

Will jumped away from Paul. He wiped underneath his eyes with the sleeves of the too long jacket he was wearing.

"Dad," Will greeted. Smiling, Will reached out for Ari. "Hey, baby girl. I missed you."

"Miss," Ari said as she threw her arms around Will's neck.

Lucas caught the stranger's eye and crossed his arms.

Seeing Ari looking over Will's shoulder, Paul wiggled his fingers.

"Hi, Ari," Paul said in a soft voice.

Ari smiled shyly before hiding her face in Will's neck.

"Will," Lucas firmly stated. "Who is this?"

Lucas nodded in Paul's direction.

"Oh," Will scratched the back of his neck, adjusting Ari. "Dad, Paul. Paul, this is my dad, Lucas."

Paul stuck his hand out, shaking Lucas'.

"Nice to meet you," Paul said politely.

"Right," Lucas kept his eyes locked on Paul's. "And how do you two know each other?"

Paul confidently responded. "Will is interviewing me, actually."

"Uh huh," Lucas narrowed his eyes. "That hug didn't look professional."

"Paul's helping me with something," Will answered.

"I'm gonna go get a table," Paul decided. He sensed the two needed a moment alone.

"I left Ari's bag out there," Lucas informed Paul. "We'll be out in a second."

Lucas waited until Paul was out of sight before rounding on Will.

"What was that?" Lucas demanded.

"What?" Will asked, shifting from foot to foot.

Lucas gave Will an exasperated look.

"He's just a friend, Dad," Will explained. "He's been helping me through some stuff."

"That man," Lucas pointed in Paul's direction. "Is not your friend. In fact, I can guarantee he does not want to be your friend."

"Dad," Will sighed. "I know that."

"William Robert," Lucas scolded. "What would your husband think?"

Will's eyes flashed at Lucas.

"I know what he would think," Will maintained. 'And I don't fucking care right now.'

"Look," Will said flat out. "Paul knows the situation. He knows I'm married to Sonny and that all I can offer is friendship. He is helping me. We're working. That's all there is to it."

"Sure about that?" Lucas lifted one brow. "Whose jacket are you wearing?"

Will looked down at the long sleeves bunched over his fingertips. He kept his head down.

"I'm pretty sure those are the clothes you were wearing yesterday too," Lucas noted.

"I didn't do anything," Will whispered.

"I wish I could believe that," Lucas replied. "Just, be careful, Will."

Lucas squeezed Will's elbow and kissed Ari's head before walking away.

Unbeknownst to any of them, someone else was watching and listening to their conversation.

Will sat down across from Paul, Ari in his lap.

"Everything okay?" Paul questioned.

Will pursed his lips.

"My father thinks we're having an affair," Will said. He gave Paul a blank look. "He saw me wearing this yesterday."

"Technically," Paul responded. "You did stay over. But not for what he thinks."

Will shook his head.

"Everyone always expects the worse of me," Will sighed. "Even my own father. You hugged me and he figured I had to be sleeping with you."

"Why is that?" Paul wondered.

"Hazards of being my mother's child," Will rolled his eyes. "Blame first, question later."

Ari tugged on Will's hair.

"I would never do that to you, love," Will promised Ari. "I'll never judge you or jump to conclusions."

Paul smiled. He loved watching Will and Ari together. Focusing, Paul got to the matter at hand.

"You deserve better treatment," Paul noted. "I thought you said your dad would notice if something was wrong."

"He noticed all right," Will pursed his lips. "He just noticed the wrong thing."

"Did he make you feel bad about our friendship?" Paul narrowed his eyes. "Because you've made it perfectly clear to me that we aren't going to happen."

"I somehow doubt that," Will admitted. "I told myself yesterday to stay away from you. And I still managed to throw myself at you."

"I can control myself," Paul assured Will. "All I want is for you to be happy. I want to be there for you, in any way you'll let me."

"Thanks," Will weakly responded.

Two days ago that might have made Will's heart pound painfully against his chest. Today, it didn't do anything but make him sad.

Will wanted his husband to say those words. He wanted his husbands unwavering support. He wanted to see Sonny look at him that way.

Now, Will couldn't be sure Sonny ever felt that way about him.

Paul reached across the table to squeeze Will's hand.

Will and Paul were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice their surroundings. If they were, they would have seen the man sitting at the bar discreetly taking their picture.

Will unlocked the door to the apartment with a shaking hand. He set Ari down on the floor and leaned against the door.

Everything felt different now. The once comforting home felt foreign to him. Will moved into this home believing Sonny loved and accepted every bit of him.

'I didn't realize the whole time he wished I was someone else,' Will closed his eyes.

Will didn't know what to do now. Was he supposed to pack his and Ari's bags? Where would they even go? Should he stay with Sonny, work things out? But how could he believe Sonny loved him after everything?

Will was lost, hoping to be found.

The door to the bedroom opened with a small squeak. Sonny emerged, hair a mess, and bags under his eyes.

Sonny didn't say anything. He could barely believe Will came back. He was so certain he would never see Will or Ari again.

Will kept his eyes on the ground. He couldn't look in Sonny's direction. The shaking in his hands spread throughout his body. Shuddering, Will bit his lip harshly.

"Da-da," Ari shrilled. She ran to Sonny's side, hugging his leg.

Sonny glanced at Will before lifting Ari into his arms.

"Hi," Sonny hugged Ari close.

Ari squirmed until Sonny let her down. She moved to her room. Seconds later, the sound of a bucket of toys falling to the ground disrupted the quiet.

Will and Sonny were alone.

"Wh-where did you stay last night?" Sonny quietly asked.

Will crossed his arms. He hoped it would make his shaking less obvious.

"I went to get a hotel," Will explained. "But they wouldn't take my credit card."

Sonny's lips wobbled.

"I-I should have-," Sonny tried.

"Yes," Will cut him off. "Yes, you should have. You should have told me you were using our credit card for the club. You should have," Will's voice broke. "Done…"

"Will," Sonny whimpered.

"What else didn't you tell me?" Will finally looked at Sonny. "What else don't I know?"

"The club isn't doing well," Sonny confessed. "Chad and I have been making changes to try to turn everything around. We didn't have enough money in the company account so I used our credit card."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Will demanded. "I would have understood if you told me."

"I didn't want to worry you," Sonny whispered.

Will snorted.

"So," Will blinked several times. "You cheated on me. Lied to me our entire relationship. Maxed out our credit card."

"I know," Sonny swallowed, voice meek. "But I swear, Will. I didn't lie to you our entire relationship. I didn't."

"What do you call it then?" Will shrugged uselessly. "The fact that every single moment of our time you wished I was someone else."

"I didn't," Sonny insisted. He began getting louder, voice stronger. "I only wanted you, Will."

"No," Will shook his head. "No. You wanted him."

Will closed his eyes again, holding onto his elbows.

"Did you, did you ever see me?" Will couldn't control his tears any more. "Or was it only him?"

"I promise," Sonny moved closer. Not too much closer but a few steps. "I love you, only you."

Will covered his ears.

"I know that I lied about some things," Sonny urged. "But not this. Our relationship is real. I married you, only you."

"Because you couldn't have him," Will sobbed.

"No," Sonny begged. He gave up keeping his distance.

Sonny hurried to Will's side. His hands hovered near Will's arms but he didn't touch.

"Yes," Sonny painfully admitted. "I slept with him. But I don't want him. I only want you."

Will cried harder.

"I love you," Sonny stepped closer. He could see every freckle, every mark on Will's face. "I love you," Sonny repeated. "I want you, Will. I want to be with you."

"I don't believe you," Will choked out a whisper.

"You love me too," Sonny pleaded. "I know you do. We love each other."

"You don't," Will denied.

"I do," Sonny insisted. "Remember," Sonny implored. "All of our moments. Every time we were together. How happy you were a few weeks ago when I got my ornament for Christmas."

Will said nothing.

"How, how it was when you woke up in the hospital?" Sonny said. "When you got to hold Ari for the first time? When we came home, our home?"

"We could have that again," Sonny continued. "Nothing has to change."

"Everything's changed," Will blankly replied. "It's all different."

"I can fix it," Sonny implored. "I know I can. I love you."

Will's knees shook.

"Please, don't give up on me," Sonny begged. "Please."

Will didn't know what to do. The hurt was too fresh. But he loved Sonny. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into Sonny's arms, forget it all. Even if it was just for a moment.

Will also could remember what Paul told him. That he deserved better. That it wasn't Will's fault.

"I don't know what to do," Will confessed through a sob.

Cautiously, Sonny put his hand on Will's shoulder. When Will didn't throw him off or shy away, Sonny grew bolder.

Will let Sonny wrap his arms around him. He buried his face against Sonny's neck.

Will cried as Sonny's familiar scent washed over him.

Author's note:

Sorry about all the angst.

Thanks for reading!