Will heard those words. He'd been leaning with his ear against the door, though not with the intention of actually hearing him. The angel's eyes fluttered closed, wanting to believe it, wishing he could believe it - but he couldn't bear to. As James announced he as about to leave Will's hand grabbed the doorknob and wrenched it open, glaring at James before he even knew what was happening.
"You're fucking horrendous. You come here expecting to talk to me, saying you'll miss me and shit? What did you expect I'd do, James?! Come in and give you a fucking cookie?" It was hard to stop himself from crying but for the moment he was managing. "I told you, I kept telling you that it would always be Fisher. And you swore, you promised me that that wasn't the case I TRUSTED you!!! You made me fall in love with you and then you're fucking... just go and DIE. It'll be fucking easier than knowing you're doing exactly what I knew you'd do."