Tuesday 15th April
Who: Will & James Where: James' apartment When: Tues night What: James wanted the holiday snaps from St Lucia
Will couldn't believe he'd agreed to take round James' copy of holiday snaps. He should have just lied and said yeah, he'd burnt both copies but like the dumb ass he was he'd decided to be honest and now he was walking the familiar path to James' apartment. He didn't understand why James wanted them anyway. He had Fisher, he shouldn't want a constant reminder of a lost time with Will. Fisher wouldn't like knowing there were romantic, happy pictures of James and Will's vacation in paradise. The first time Will had really, properly told James he loved him...
Stop that thought right now, pocket it away. Focus instead on the fact that he'd said he'd like James to die and all that other shit he didn't mean but felt easier to say. If possible it was colder in Danvers than it had been in the depth of winter, but maybe that was just Will's nerves making him feel that way. He had nothing to worry about really though. All he'd do was knock on the door, give James the photos then leave. Simple as.
It took him five minutes to actually work up the courage to knock at the door, waiting for James to answer. He'd looked as made-up as possible so James might forget that muted look he always said he loved to see. He trained his features to look disinterested but all of that failed as soon as James opened the door.