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Chapter 3 last one

When tomorrow came, Will and Mike didn't even talk. Hell, he barely saw Will that whole day.

When he initially awoke, there was a blanket on top of him that wasn't there when he fell asleep. The cloth was soft and familiar.

It came from Will.

He knows it came from Will because it smells like Will's room, also it's the same blanket that sits folded up on top of the bean bag that sits in the corner of his room.

At least he knows Will didn't want him to be cold.

Despite this, Will pretended Mike didn't exist. That morning he didn't even acknowledge Mike's greeting as he walked out the door to work without responding to his good morning.

He knows he deserves it, he pissed Will off pretty badly that night, but Will did say that they might talk, maybe he should stop getting his hopes up.

That night Mike stayed up until Will got home, which was unusually late, nearing 11 pm.

Will came in quietly, phone in his hand, probably forgetting Mike was in the living room based on how Will nearly jumped out of his skin when Mike spoke.

"Will!" He nearly shouted before remembering there were other people in the house. Will jumps, back hitting the door as a surprised gasp leaves his throat.

"Mike?" Will whispers as he grabs his chest, trying to calm his beating heart. "What the hell are you doing up?" Okay, so he hadn't forgotten Mike was on the couch, he didn't think Mike would be awake.

"I- you hadn't come back so I waited for you," He can't stop the next words from coming out his mouth. "Where were you?"

There's a thud in the back of his head screaming shut the fuck up, you idiot.

Will squints at him.

"I'm sorry," He rolls his eyes, hanging his coat up on the rack. "I didn't know I had a curfew," Will says sarcastically, kicking his shoes off.

"Stop." Mike shakes his head, eyes following Will as he walks around the coffee table. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

"Well, I am." Will shrugs, raising his shoulders before dropping them. "So you can go to sleep now." He moves to walk down the hall.

"Wait-"

"What, Mike?" Great, he's annoyed now.

"Can we talk? It'll be quick! I just need to"

"Mike," Will sighs, cutting him off. "I've had a long day, maybe tomorrow or something." Mike gives him a nod before Will's shuffling to his room, Mike sighs and drops back onto the couch.

Will didn't speak to him the next day, or the day after that, or a week later, or three weeks later.

Mike dearly missed Will, he missed seeing his face in the morning, he missed holding him and hugging him and kissing him, and all the moments in between. Even the ones where they were just sitting in the same room.

It seems like Will can't sit in a room with Mike for more than 5 minutes.

Will exits when Mike walks into a room; if Will walks into a room while Mike is in that room, Will exits.

And it's almost like he has a list of excuses

Sorry, I have this project I have to submit soon.

I've already seen this movie, I'm just gonna take a nap instead.

I'm going to go check on my mom and Hop and see how they're doing.

When they finally do get to talk, it's at around 2 in the morning and Mike startles awake from his spot on the couch.