Will had spent the night doing what any lover would do when they'd admitted defeat and given up a person they loved: crying. The wall had been his focus, not being able to sleep. He'd woken up Wednesday morning happy and bright, with a plan to go over to James' place later and get his fill of kisses for the day. He'd finally been allowing himself to be happy, what Fisher had encouraged him to do. What James had told him to do. Never mind that Fisher had stayed the night, James had said it was over and though he'd been reluctant to believe it at first Will had sort of been convinced.
All that had been blown into smoke though. Now Will realised just how far along the road to in love he'd been, which was pretty much having just parked the car and killed the engine for a long stay. He hadn't allowed himself to admit it until Fisher had arrived. It was bittersweet. Seeing Fisher so happy but feeling so incredibly... alone.
When the door knocked he figured it'd be Fisher coming to tell him about the wonderful night which had happened between them, the declaration of love and all that shit. As Will ambled to answer it he rubbed his eyes, sore and tired, but when he saw James standing there his heart dropped. Anger, torment and heartache filled him completely and it took him two seconds to slam the door back shut.