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The ceiling is a dazzling glitter of rainbow light when Will peels his eyelids open, the colors dancing along the shadowed white plaster like beams shot through a prism resting in a patch of sunlight. When he tilts his head slightly, they seem to shimmer as well, as bright and vivid as he remembers seeing them as he approached Eddie's hospital room. Knowing what they meant, and being utterly terrified and uncertain of what this would mean for the rest of his life.

He'd seen everyone else by that point. The rainbow could only be for one man.

Will frowns slightly as he blinks his eyes a handful of times, watching the colors dance across his vision, growing steadily brighter on his left side. Warm breath tickles his cheek as he stares straight ahead, willing all of this to take sense to his mind, still cotton-swaddled from a very restful and enjoyable nap.

He's never been so warm or felt so secure as he did when he drifted off.

But now... Now, he has to try to make sense of what exactly is going on, and what it means, and the terror that suddenly grips his heart with sharp talons.

Because the lights can only be for one person now.

That isn't possible. That doesn't happen. Will tilts his head just slightly, just barely, and a warm sigh against his skin makes him shiver in response. One is enough. One is more than enough. I told Eddie that I was happy with just this.

And he was, and he is, and now it's like the universe is testing him. Calling him a liar, because... Because if this real, if he isn't just dreaming...

How does he know he's not dreaming? It seems suddenly important to be able to tell, but Will can't force his warm, sleepy, contented body to move. It's like every muscle relaxed fully while he was out and isn't prepared to return to working order just yet, which only means he has to wait for the inevitable moment when Mike wakes up and confirms whether or not Will is insane.

He has to be insane. One is enough. One is more than most people ever get.

Eddie is curled up against his other side, face tucked into Will's hair, arm resting lightly across Will and stretched out far enough to rest on top of Mike as well. It's such a small and subtle gesture, such a little thing, covering up both of them, taking care of both of them. That he hadn't been bothered at all when Mike showed up out of nowhere is nothing short of a miracle to Will, because the sight of Mike had stirred something inside of him he doesn't want to deal with. Something he isn't ready to face up to fully.

Of course, he'd have to move on one day. Even if Mike and El aren't together anymore, it's imperative that he gets his act together and lets go of his childhood love. It was for the best, anyway. Mike deserves someone who can give him everything he'd ever want or need, and that isn't Will. It can't be Will. If it was, then Mike would have picked him a long time ago.

Just thinking that is enough to make Will's chest sting, and he swallows back a small, pitiful-sounding whine as he rubs a hand over his own chest.

His emotions are all over the place when he's in heat. Always have been.

The familiar aching warmth between his thighs is at least enough to tell him what coaxed him from his rest, and Eddie stirs next to him, likely already picking up on the cresting scent of Will's arousal. Will does his best to lay still just the same, refusing to rub his thighs together even though the friction would be very appreciated right now. God, he already wants to be full again.

But they have to deal with this first. Whatever this is. And this can't be real, it can't, because it would have happened as soon as Mike walked in the door.

Eddie's arm shifts. He pulls it back just enough to slip it under the covers, and Will shivers as rough fingers trace a delicate path down the front of his body. "You're warming up," Eddie murmurs against the top of his head.