"We'll see," he whispered, tugging Syn closer. He wanted nothing more than to go back to the apartment, sit with James and Devon and just... be happy. Have Rocky taking up all the space, suffer every fucking thing that came their way as a unit. Though Syn had helped ease Will's mind and worries there was still a constant ache and a deep hurt that wouldn't go away until he had James in his arms again. He hated being this dependant. It was horrible.
Maybe ten or fifteen minutes passed, but their huggles were interrupted by a phone call from the Chinese place saying they couldn't find the building. Excusing himself Will went to find the delivery guy and returned two minutes later with a bag full of gorgeous-smelling food. "Bon appetit," he said with a grin.