He should have expected that, the door slamming shut in his face, but he hadn't. He hadn't even told him about any of it, what had happened, what his decision was, but the angel already knew it. He could see it on his face. He'd known it all along. James had been the one that had been in denial, not Will. Goddamn, he hated the way this felt.
Shoulders slumping as James exhaled a breath, he turned from the door and considered his options. He could leave. He could just not say all the things he'd come here to say and just leave it exactly as it was. It wasn't like that could make things any worse. Or he could stay. And if he stayed, potentially make things worse. He considered the first option long and hard before he turned back towards the door and knocked again softly.
"Will..." He said, voice loud enough to carry through the door. "Please talk to me."