Who: Will & Syn
Where: Syn's apartment.
When: Sunday Morning
What: Syn's sobering up and Will's dealing with a failed marriage.
The morning sun was an unwelcome sight. Will hadn't been able to sleep properly at all during the evening. Rescuing Syn from himself hadn't been what the angel had expected or needed but he'd done it because he didn't want one of his best and oldest friends out destroying himself just because he was hung up on the stupid angel. It was that worry, as well as the one that he now had no direction or certainty, and the complete heartache and anger he felt over the James situation, that was giving him a headache. When he'd finally dozed off he'd had terrible, swirling dreams and nightmares that involved many people from his past and he'd woken up several times to get a drink of water and try and stay off the headache which plagued him.
After being exhausted enough to doze for a few hours this sunlight flooding through his eyes made him groan and curl into himself. He felt dead. Hungover. Unfocused. And he really wanted to be knocked out.
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