"Will? Man, what are you doing here again?" Connor asked his friend as he walked into Molly's. For the past two days, Will had shown up for work looking rough and it was apparent he'd stayed out drinking all night long. This time, Connor had decided to follow him after work and stop him.
"Did you follow me here?" Will asked as Connor pushed the shot in front of his friend out of his reach. "Hey! What the hell?!"
"Herrmann! Will's cut off." Connor called, receiving an approving nod from the older man.
"I'm not a child, I don't need you 'helping me' or anything. And it would be really nice if you could leave me the hell alone." Will spat.
"Well, it would be really nice if I could show up for work and not see you hungover and looking like shit. Now, come on."
"Come on where?"
"Not a bar."
"Fuck off, Rhodes."
"Get your ass off that chair and walk out the door before I drag you through it." Connor said through gritted teeth, growing frustrated with his friend.
Will scoffed, shook his head, and walked out, Connor following close behind him.
"Get in my car, you aren't driving anywhere." Connor demanded, shoving Will into the passenger seat of his car before walking around and getting in the driver's seat.
The entire ride back to Will's place, Connor had to listen to him gripe and complain about how stupid he was and how he could take care of himself.
When Connor pulled up to Will's apartment, he turned the car off and looked at Will. "Shut your mouth. You are not fine, you are drunk and heartbroken. You are depressed and sad and that's okay. What's not okay is 'coping' by drinking. You're going to hurt yourself doing this and I'm not going to watch it happen!"
Will was silent, knowing Connor was right but not willing to admit it. Instead, he got out of the car and went inside, Connor following him.
"I'm home, you can go." Will said bitterly, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.
"No, clearly I can't." Connor replied, taking the beer out of his hand and dumping it down the drain.
"Hey! You're pouring my money down the drain!"
"Well, stop drinking your money and I won't dump it!"
"Ya know what? Fine. Fine, fuck you, I'm going to bed." He said, marching off to his room and slamming the door.
Connor sighed and looked around, his apartment was a disaster. He decided to clean it up before crashing on the couch.
He was awoken in the morning by Will digging through the freezer for a pack of frozen peas, which he held to his head to help with the hangover.
"How's the hangover?" Connor asked, sitting up.
"Rough."
"I bet. Anyway, I'll get going. See you at work tomorrow."
As Connor headed for the door, Will stopped him. "Wait, Connor. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For everything. For what I said last night, what I did, just everything. And thank you."
"That's what friends are for, don't worry about it."
