Will was lying on Tuck's bed, his phone in his hand. He'd been lying there a goodly amount of time, long enough that day had turned to night and he hadn't been bothered to get up and turn on a light.
Things were so fucking tense lately. Tense with Tuck, which was worse, because he'd get his eyes all hurt and shiny and try to pretend he wasn't and Will would have to swallow his pride and apologise again. He felt like all he was doing lately was apologising to everybody. It got old fast.
And yeah, he'd been avoiding everyone except Tuck too. He'd been here to give Alan space at their apartment. Hadn't heard a word from or about him from anyone though, so he had no idea of his state. Avoiding Stutely on the instances he was there instead of with his girlfriend. Easy to avoid Robin when he was doting on Marian. And Much worked evenings so he was easy to avoid too.
Will hated being so isolated, but he didn't want to impose until things were more smoothed over. Despite Robin and Tuck being proud of the efforts he'd made, he knew it was a terrible thing to have done.
Much was making noise in the house, banging about and singing to himself. Will held his breath for a moment. Should he say something? Turn on a light? When his phone buzzed with Much's messages, he chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, and then finally, with a sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, to walk the handful of steps up the hallway to knock on Much's doorframe.
"Lets get this over w- iiiiiiith fucking hell." Of course Much didn't have pants on. Will turned away, hands clasped on top of his head.