Of course they weren't going to be friends. For one, James had screwed Will over. Two, Will didn't work like that. He wasn't the forgive and forget type. He also wasn't the type to be able to let go of the memory of someone all that quickly - James should have known that.
So although Will's gut cried out that he'd miss him too, beyond James' imaginings, what came out of Will's mouth was quite different.
"Like fuck you are." He didn't want to believe that, he couldn't. How would James miss him when he had everything he wanted right there? The perfect little package of Fisher and Devon, seemed like they were all getting cosy. Will was trying to hold it together but the need to scream was becoming too consuming.