"IT IS ME!" Will yelled at him, face of thunder as he stepped forwards to point at James, meeting him in the hall. "And I don't HAVE to hate you, I DO hate you! You've treated me like shit but made me feel like I was everything, could be everything to you! You wanted me to heal, I WAS healing but I was always, always, always compared to Fisher, everything I did. Everything went back to him, never anything different, and then Fisher stayed over and I convinced myself that worrying about it would be wrong but I was right! I knew something would happen between you I just hoped your words might have actually MEANT something because they meant something to ME!"
Without his knowledge Will's eyes were leaking, but even when the tears fell onto his cheeks he wasn't aware of them. "I guess I should thank you," he said venemously, "you proved my theory right, you know the one I should never have disbelieved? Emotions, relationships, sex - it's not worth of it. None of it. I've been there, done that and now I NEVER wanna do it again. So fuck you, and fuck you more, and fuck you ALWAYS but thanks for the fucking clarity. I wish I'd never healed your fucking hand."
Will spun around heading back into his room, preparing to slam the door once again on James' face.