The grip that Will had on him hurt, but he didn't even notice it. He was too busy trying to keep himself together in light of the wave of emotions that was coursing through him and the venemous anger that Will was thrashing in his direction. "Yes," He replied simply, the first time. But then he yelled it several more times. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, and most definitely yes! And you are. I wouldn't even bother fucking coming here to talk to you if you weren't." And he most certainly wouldn't feel so... whatever the fuck this was that he was feeling.
James was shoved backwards and he managed to catch himself to keep himself on his feet, but he'd almost wished he hadn't. Maybe if he'd fallen on his ass, he wouldn't have had to have witnessed the other man falling apart as he walked back into his room and out of James' life.
Eyes closed as James fought to catch his breath, to keep the swell of emotions at bay, but it was no use. So he let it out the only way he knew how. "FUCK!" The word was yelled at the top of his lungs just before he punched the door of the room next to Will's own, cracking the wood beneath the force.
He had to get out of here. He had to get some air. He had to walk away from this place and everyone in it until the desire to tear everything apart had passed.