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[will-york]

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay," he told her with a bit of a breathless laugh, sure that his cheeks were a little red. But he didn't have much time to think about it as he watched her straddle his waist. He could feel the heat radiate through his chest as his hands came up to rest on her waist. "Oh yeah? Maybe we can practice that together." He looked her over, wanting to remember the image of them like this before he leaned into kiss her again, this time with much more intention and passion. He slid a hand under the back of her blouse, his fingers brushing along her back before pressing against it flatly. He trailed kisses down her neck again, getting completely lost in the moment as the sound of their breathing filled the room. He tugged at her shirt a bit before looking up at her. "I'll take yours off if you take off mine."

She leaned into the kiss, into Will, trying as hard as she could to shut up her forever-racing mind, ignoring the little voice in her head that constantly steered her towards the right side of things, the ethical side -- but really, how could something like be anything but? Sure, she'd made a shit decision that had led them to this point, one that caused someone to get hurt -- Lydia included -- but all of that aside, how could this be wrong? Luckily, it became easier to drown out those thoughts the more they kissed, concentrating instead on just how good his lips felt against hers. A hand rested on his chest, the kisses peppered against her jawline causing her to bunch the fabric of his shirt between her fingers as if to tug him closer. She became lost in him, suddenly braced with the ability to let the outside world melt away -- until there was a loud thump followed by Will wincing and pulling back. "Oh my god, no it's -- are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself even more, did you?" Despite the concern in her voice, Lydia couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Because you're seriously not allowed to add two more weeks onto your bed rest." She told him with a grin, the hand on his chest now moving to the side of his neck, thumb caressing the skin there. "And, I mean -- the last thing I want to do is contribute to that, but..." Swallowing thickly, she used the momentum she gained from this absolute head-high she was experiencing and twisted around to face him fully, moving one leg over on the other side of his lap so that she was straddling his waist. "I can be careful." Her cheeks reddened slightly. "I'm trying this new thing where I, like, don't overthink everything and a million miles a minute or whatever."

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"I promise," he told her and hooked his pinky with hers. He didn't want to lose her and after their time apart, he was sure they could weather whatever. Even matters of the heart which often scared the both of them. And he couldn't turn away now, with her forehead against his and her face so close. He laughed at her reply but didn't say anything as he leaned in to kiss her, this time with a lot more clarity. Still, he was laid up with his ankle in his cast so he could only move so much. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closet to him so he didn't have to lean over as much. He tried not to be too in his head and just enjoy how nice it felt and how much it was opening up a treasure chest of feelings he thought he had finally sealed off. He dropped his lips for a moment, pressing small kisses along her jaw, then her neck before he was back at her lips again. He was so lost in it he didn't notice his leg falling off the ottoman in front of him and had to pull back when his ankle hit the ground. "Shit! Sorry, sorry," he groaned, lifting his leg back up with a laugh. "Forgot I was totally injured there for a moment."

"Yeah, I mean -- I guess..." Lydia practically sputtered out, suddenly aware of how close in proximity they were. Honestly, there'd been a large part of her that expected, despite her nerves, that the attraction to Will would fade once they had this conversation -- that once sober clarity was introduced, once she was able to realize that she was yearning for the fantasy of her best friend, for a night of careless mischief that had been done away with too soon -- and yet here she sat, clearheaded, yearning for her best friend of two decades. "Promise me," She practically whispered, leaning in further so that her forehead was touching his, "promise that...that won't change." Lydia extended her pinky finger, holding it out for him. Because she didn't want to lose him. Regardless of her feelings, regardless of how impulsive she wanted to be in that moment, she'd still have him when all was said and done -- whatever all happened to be. She leaned into the hand that cupped her cheek, and a slight chuckle fell from her lips. "Research purposes? You're such a nerd." And yet she nodded, meeting Will half way and pressing her lips to his.

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"You want your first guest to be a dude laid up with a busted ankle? Rolling around on a knee scooter?" He laughed softly, joking to cover up the fact that he felt touched that she would make an honor so generous. Especially because he knew she meant it. "A couple of weeks of your cooking though, that's hard to pass up." He laughed as he brushed his thumb over the back of her hand, starting to realize fully that he did have feelings for her. He thought he had just been feeling his usual crush impulse. But the way Penny had shown up for him in the past few months, especially in this moment now and when he had gone to seen his mother, had moved him. He felt an ease with her that he wasn't used to and he felt it more than ever right now. "I think I'll have to talk my Dads into releasing their love for babying me but I like my chances, so, count me in. Prepare my quarters," he teased.

Penny hadn't even considered the possibility that her daughter's article was the catalyst for the events that had unfolded over the weekend, but Will's statement made a light bulb go off. She would check in with Mikki once she'd been able to get some rest, but she didn't want to overwhelm her while here. She knew how much Mikayla hated going to hospitals after all the time she'd spent with Penny during her chemo. She gave Will's hand a squeeze, grateful for the grounding effect of his touch. "Well, you could always come stay there. Be my first official guest," she suggested, smile coming to her face. "You'll already need someone else to make you food and get you whatever you need, so why not make it seem like a vacation instead?"

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Will wasn't sure he could ever recall a time when Lydia had seemed this nervous talking to him. She had often been one of the most straightforward and confident people he knew. He was trying not to let it go to his head that he was having this affect on her but he couldn't deny it made his chest feel like it was radiating with warmth. He had of course thought similar things. How far they would have let it go, or if it would have become immediately awkward. "Well we can't turn back time so there's really only one way to find out what could've happened, right?" He didn't miss the way she had looked at his lips and he found himself leaning towards her slightly. "No matter what, we're still the same people we've always been, right? We're still best friends," he told her, because despite his usual impulsive nature, Lydia wasn't just some random person he kissed. She meant a lot to him. "And," he said, shifting closer to her, he reached out to place one of his hands on one of her cheeks as he met her eyes, "for research purposes, I'm going to kiss you again if that's alright," he told her, leaning in and hoping she would meet him there because she wanted to and not turn away.

"Oh, don't bother -- I've got, like, boxes of legos that I bought for Landon over the years that he started but gave up on half way through. Pretty sure there's a quarter of the Millennium Falcon sitting somewhere in my basement crying out for help," she offered, brows quirked. "Ooh, you can always take up knitting, too, or crochet. Those are, like, peak boredom activities because you actually get something tangible at the end of it. Um, I'm hard pressed to believe my sister is going to have anything good to say about you growing a beard. Poor Malcolm has less facial hair every time I see him. She's stubborn and stuck in her ways, dunno where she gets it from." Lydia gave a sarcastic roll of his eyes, a knowing look crossing her features moments later. She and Logan were definitely their mother's daughters, that was for sure.

Lydia pressed her lips together tightly, attempting to suppress a blush as Will spoke. "Yeah, well, just one of my many hidden talents that comes out with enough tequila. The others are juggling and, like, karaoke, obviously." She tossed back, the quip an attempt to distract herself from the backflips her stomach was currently doing. She didn't understand -- the two of them had bantered like this for years, and Will had paid her plenty of compliments in that time. Why was he suddenly making her nervous?

"I mean, I thought that was, like, kind of clear already from how I practically sucked your entire face off." A soft chuckle fell from her lips, and she allowed his hand to take hers, absentmindedly lacing their fingers together. "Um --" What had she thought about the most? Lydia didn't want to hide anything from him, but at the same time she didn't understand what the hell she was feeling. Heartbroken, confused, anxious...and yet, a heavy hint of longing sat underneath the surface, its exact meaning she couldn't quite pinpoint other that it had a bit fat arrow pointing to the man in front of her. "-- just that I can't help but wonder, if the sand storm hadn't come through, if..." She glanced down at his lips momentarily, the memory coming back to her clear as day, and a nervous laugh escaped her "...I don't know. I feel like I suddenly, like, don't know how to act around you."

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"Well then I guess I know where I'll be on Halloween either way. And yeah, probably. I've got to give it more thoughts. I could still be on crutches by Halloween for all I know." He shook his head at the thought but he was determined to keep his head above water through it all. "I guess the club doesn't really have medical leave though,so you know, I still want to be helpful however I can. I gotta admit, I was hoping you'd step up for President but I could just be saying that because of the pain killers."

"If she says yes I'll kill you," he laughed lightly at Will's tease, only naturally joking himself of course. "Nah I don't know, I'm just usually.." he gave a mini mock salute, "Go for it." Nate believed in free rein to some extent and he was more than happy enough to take a step back when it came to theme nights. He liked to think the environment behind the scenes and The Raven was relaxed despite the purpose of the club. He shook his head however at the mention of costumes, "Probably just think about it the day before." It was what he generally did with anything, so he wasn't going to change there. "Yeah yeah, you'd look gorgeous - you gonna carry around a toy dog?" he asked as a smile widened, "Do little crosses over its eyes?"

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"I mean there's gotta be some health benefits to only eating fish, right? And I mean what I said. It's not about your skills, it's about you and your skills out on the roads. It's gonna be quite a show." He could feel his cheeks flush as she reacted, especially when she touched his shoulder. He almost jumped at the contact, not used to her initiating contact like that. "Yeah and no or well, I actually don't know because I haven't talked to her but last I heard they were...very much together," he admitted, trying to look more ashamed than he actually felt. "We were at the festival, we were drinking and dancing and just having a really good time. We haven't hung out like that in forever. It just felt really nice there was...a vibe. I almost acted on it but didn't so..I guess she did instead," he admitted and puffed out his cheeks. "Kiss was nice too. Reallt nice. Just you know, for the record."

Eve offered a soft smile as her friend regaled her about all that he'd learned about his past, about his family and his ancestors, and though she was happy for him -- thrilled, honestly -- she couldn't help the slight twinge of jealousy that prickled at her skin, knowing she'd never get that same closure. But this wasn't about her, nor would she make it about her. "Just as long as the puffy jacket is as stylish as it is warm. Did you know that there are over three million lakes in Alaska? You wouldn't be eating more fish, you'd be eating only fish." She pointed out wryly, bringing her beer bottle to her lips with a chuckle. "What do you mean 'so we can see what happens'? I'd pull it off, obviously, and without any issues or people shooting at me. Thinking? Why the hell are you doing that? Don't you know that's a recipe for disaster." His next words had Eve practically spitting out her beer, and she shot up from her relaxed position on the couch. "She what?" Mouth agape, a hand moved to grasp at Will's shoulder. She wasn't the type that typically initiated physical contact, with friends or strangers alike, but by god this was news and she had to hold onto something. "She kissed you? Wait -- and you...wait. You need to walk me through this step by step." A pause. "Doesn't she -- isn't she back with her ex? Did they break up?"

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"I mean you know me, totally a trend setter," he said and pretended to flip his hair over his shoulders. "I mean as much as a cozy day inside is nice, I think I might got crazy if I don't take in the sun for at least an hour. And wherever feels right," he told her, holding up to the remote for the garage that held the York family's many cars. "And just for you, you get to choose which car you want to drive today. Except for the rolls royce, the breaks are fucked up. Maeve's gotta fix it for us soon." He opened the lock box with the various keys for all the car and pointed. "Pick one, the world is your oyster."

"Oh, so sexy." Word were enthusiastically laden with sarcasm, smile tugging at her side of her lips to betray their teasing nature as she helped him close the distance between the two of them. "If you're not careful you'll make it look too good and then everyone will want one." Embrace was returned warmly before she pulled back, eyes widening as though he'd just told her something she hadn't been expecting. "Showered and everything? My plan was to just keep you all cooped up inside but that changes everything." As if to prove her point she held up her car keys, jingling them slightly. "Where to?"

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"I know, I wish I was a writer then I could like write the great american novel or something. Gonna get some Legos though, maybe. Read a book or two. Scream into the void," he joked. "Improve my guitar playing maybe. But I think I will, I'll talk to your sister about a good beard care regimen. Something tells me she knows that kind of information or knows an Instagram post that talks about it. She's supposed to come over tomorrow." If there was one thing Will was happy about it was all of his favorite people coming to visit. Though it wasn't as if they didn't see each other all of the time anyway. But a lot of his moments with Lydia lately reminded him that it had taken time to get back to this point. And it felt good, somehow even better than before because they had been more open with each other. He just wondered if he had it in him to be that honest during this conversation too.

It wasn't as if Will was a proponent of cheating but after all this time he couldn't find it in him to feel sympathy for Eli. He felt bad that Lydia had to experience it but beyond that he had been more concerned about where they stood because of it. One moment he thought he knew how he felt and then he turned it over in his head again and came to another conclusion. He had only talked to Eve about it. "Alright, alright, top 2. And not two," he told her, glancing at her hand on his arm. He was stuck between what he felt like was the responsible answer and what was the one most influenced by his rush of emotions.

"Is that your way of telling me I'm a good kisser?" He turned his hand up to take her hand in his. "I've had nothing but time to think so I think it's fair to say that I've thought about it a lot too. What uh, what have you thought about the most?"

"Six to eight weeks? Jesus, you're going to have to make a damn list of, like, every single movie and TV show you've ever wanted to watch but never did. That's the only productive thing you'll really be able to do. Hm, you know what, I don't think I've ever seen you with a full-on beard. Might as well try it, right? And, I mean, I'll let you know immediately if I think it looks terrible. Just don't let it go too long." She let out a laugh, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear as she fell into a familiar rhythm, one that she'd always managed to maintain with Will even throughout the twenty-something years they'd been friends. Funny how some things never faded like other did.

But this? This felt difficult. Even more so than when Lydia had put some space between them a few years back out of anger. This was messy. Friends fought, they made up, they'd seen each other through the best and worst of times -- but friends didn't do what they had done during the festival. Especially when one of them had been in a serious, committed relationship all the while. "It's okay, it's -- " Lydia held her hands up in lieu of words, a sad chuckle falling from her lips. "I can't blame him, obviously. That's not to say that...that we weren't heading there anyway, you know? Things ended the first time around for a reason." But it was a hard conversation, and one-sided breakups weren't exactly pleasant. Not to mention Lydia had never been dumped before -- though, to be fair, she'd never cheated before either. She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled at her lips only a moment later, however, a light blush tickling her cheeks. "Um, excuse you. You've told me about, like, every single person you've ever kissed -- there is no way I don't make the top three." Nudging Will back, she caught his eye for a long moment, a hand moving to give his forearm a light squeezed.

"It's -- I don't know." She narrowed her brows. "I don't want to say 'it's okay' because I...I made a choice, and I hurt someone and...I don't know. I didn't think I was capable of doing that to someone I love." Lydia let out a breath, averting her gaze. "But I've also --" a pause, her voice getting quiet, "I've been thinking about...it. A lot. Since it happened."

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"Six to eight weeks depending, physical therapy once I can put weight on it. God just saying it out loud makes my heart ache. But what other choice do I have, I guess? Should I grow out a beard? Maybe my hair too? Really commit to it. And yeah of course. Can't live this life without the two of you. That'd be boring. And yeah, people love their wine. But I don't think you could ever lose your baking magic. It's just like always there."

Will almost wished he hadn't said anything, not wanting to ruin the mood but he didn't think they could just ignore it. But then she said what she did and he felt the guilt wash over him. "Shit, Lydia I'm..I'm sorry." He still hadn't fully processed how he felt about the kiss, not expecting himself to feel as conflicted as he did. Or perhaps he also didn't want to admit that after all this time it had felt more amazing than he could have imagined. All of those emotions existed at once but it felt selfish to think about when he had been the single one. He puffed out his cheeks and thought of what to say before letting out a soft laugh. "Well, for the record, the kiss was...great. Totally top ten for me, probably top five," he told her, nudging her with the hope that it would get her to laugh and maybe they would both loosen up and have a real conversation. Not that he was ready for it but what other choice did they really have? "But I'm sorry that it put you in a fucked up position."

Lydia let out a short laugh. "There are definitely worse types of cages. When did the doctor say you can be up on your feet again?" Knowing Will like she did, she had no doubt that he was going stir crazy -- hell, she'd be ready to bash someone's brains in if she couldn't leave the house for a few days let alone a few weeks -- but at least he was in good company. "You're welcome. It's the least I could do after you got me and Logan out of the storm. Which, speaking of, thank you for doing that. As annoyed at you as I could be at you for putting yourself in harm's way..." The redhead trailed off, a soft grin twitching at the corner of her lips, "...I'll refrain." For now, at least, until she found a good opportunity to use it against him.

"You think?" A bit of relief laced her tone, glad that her skills hadn't gone to waste with the lack of consistency. "I've barely been cooking full damn meals these days, let alone baked anything. No one told me the vineyard would take up, like, twice the amount of my time that the bakery did." Honestly, she was considering hiring a personal assistant at this point, which was really saying something. The mention of Eli had her stomach churning once more, teeth grazing her lower lip. "I'm -- you know, I'm good." Lydia rubbed her hands together, attempting to quell her nerves and keep them from showing. "There's just...a lot going on right now. I didn't -- I mean, I knew that you worked for Penny, but didn't realize you knew her daughter. I think she's recovering well from her accident. I've been checking in when I can..." She couldn't help but scoff at herself, at how ridiculous she was acting — and with Will of all the damn people. Raking her fingers through her hair, she took a deep breath.

"Will, I --" Lydia exhaled, "-- Eli and I broke up."

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"Alaska," he said with a soft smile. "Apparently that's where my ancestors are from. My parents were born there. My mom told me about it when I visited so yeah, I pick Alaska. I feel like Simon and Percy might feel some kind of way about the cold and snow but I think they'll love a puffy jacket. I could get used to eating more fish," he told her, the smile on his face growing the more he thought about it. It sounded peaceful to him. He laughed at her question, especially the end as he visualized it. "I kind of want you to hitch a cart to a horse just so we can see what happens. Real red dead redemption style. I'm alright. Restless as fuck and kind of feel like I've never done this much thinking in my entire life." He paused for a second, not sure if he wanted to share but he hadn't talked to anyone about it yet. "Lydia kissed me. At the festival. Before the sandstorm started. I mean I kissed her back, obviously but yeah, it happened and...it was great," he admitted with a bit of embarrassment. "But I think it's gonna maybe make shit awkward. We haven't talked yet."

"I'm not worried about you. I'm annoyed at you." She tossed back, only slight truth to her words. For the most part she was just ribbing him, but considering all the people in her life that she had lost over the years she couldn't help but feel a sense of protection over her oldest friend. "Like they need an excuse. You know they're just eating up the fact that they get to take care of you right now." Not that they loved having their son hurt and out of commission, but she had a hard time believing they weren't enjoying tending to their son like he was a kid again. "Well, yeah, but that's all instinct. Animals aren't malicious at heart -- which, I guess you could say the same about natural disasters, but my point still stands. I like the way you think, though. Where would we even go? My vote is more north where there's snow, like Nebraska or Montana or somethin'. I've heard there's good fishing, too, in Alaska -- your dads can cook what we catch." Eve relaxed against the back of the couch, bringing her beer to her lips. "Even more of a reason to avoid town events at all cost. Anyway, though, are you actually doing okay being so out of commission? Need me to bust you outta hear in wheel chair in the dead of night? 'Cause I'll do it, but you'll have to be put on a cart attached to my horse or somethin' if we wanna make a quick getaway."

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"What the fuck?" He couldn't wrap his head around it as she told him, already certain she was right about it not being a mugging. "Yeah that sounds like a bunch of bullshit. I think you'll just have to talk to Mikki yourself. I mean when she wrote that article, I'm sure someone was paying attention." It was all that made sense to him and he had read the article pretty thoroughly when it came out. "Life just keeps throwing punches," he sighed "and I'm fucking useless in this bed. They said recovery could take six weeks." He groaned and looked over at her again, reaching for her hand. "Six weeks without working with you at the B&B sounds like my own personal hell."

Penny's cheeks flushed at Will's comment, and though she was flattered, she tried not to read too much into it. After all, he was doped up with a lot of pain meds and he had a habit of being complimentary even without them. "She's a little roughed up and she has a concussion, but she'll be okay. I believe they'll be releasing her soon, but she's been in the ER since her boyfriend brought her in." She sighed, shaking her head. "He said it was a mugging, but I'm not entirely convinced. This is Tonopah Valley, for Christ's sake. It's so small, you'd have to be really ballsy to mug someone here and think you could get away with it."

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"Perfect, if you join us then they're bound to say yes even faster." Will put his heart to his chest to show Nate how touched he was. He was usually reluctant to accept all the ways his friends care about him but being laid up here now, he was starting to realized just how solid his community was. The people dropping by, bringing him snacks and checking in. It meant a lot and it only made him happier to think about his mother getting to see all of that. "Oh yeah? Are the girls gonna do a Nightmare Before Christmas number? Oh no, jason masks, I'm gonna pitch it to Nellie," he teased but he was already excited to see what the place could become. "Even if I'm in a boot I'll be there. You pick a costume yet?"He reached for the snacks again and shifted in his seat a bit. "I'm thinking of maybe going as John Wick this year, what do you think? I know I can pull off the suit but you think I can pull off a wig? These locks aren't so luscious right now. "

At that Perfect Couple mention Nate's brows furrowed as he shook his head lightly, not actually being able to recall if he even knew of that series. Though he was sure if he asked Chloe she'd be able to put him straight - considering he tended to watch most shit with her. His features soon alter and light up at the follow on, "You know I'm always down for Harry and Sally." he was speaking the truth there considering it was one of his favourites. "Oh yeah?" he nodded faintly, thinking good, happy that Will's mom was going to try and come here to see him. He could appreciate, however, that Will would rather be up and able when she came, rather than stuck where he was right now. "Man, don't even have to ask, I'm there - I'll bring her flowers." anything for a brother, right? "Only right keeping your seat warm.." he tossed back, joking of course. "But yeah I'm doing good, miles fucking better so can't complain." especially in relation to his beginning of the year. "Work’s busy, apparently we’re wanting to go all out Halloween weekend, keeping me on my toes, you know..”

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"I hadn't realized how worried you were about me," he teased after listening to her, having expected it as soon as she arrived. "I got Lydia and Logan both out of there safely so I'd say a fucked up ankle and a little sand in my lungs was worth it. Plus my Dads have been cooking so much, it's honestly a win." Though he'd been kind of restless ever since but he was trying to see the best in it all. "I mean animals can take you out if you anger them enough but you now you never have to convince me much to go more secluded. We could throw our own two person parties, or well four because we gotta take my Dads. Someone's gotta cook for us," he joked. "This place is infested with assholes these days, I gotta be honest Some shady stuff is going on and it's only gonna end in something even more explosive."

where: will's place who: @will-york & eve young

"Why am I not surprised you jumped at the chance to play hero the second that sandstorm came through?" Eve murmured as she handed will a beer, leaning over momentarily to adjust the pillow that lay right below her friend's ankle. "You're lucky you didn't get any lasting lung damage -- my dad had emphysema, you know. It ain't pretty." Once she'd sufficiently lectured Will to death, she took a seat in the recliner beside him and twisted the top off of her own drink. "Is it just me, or has there not been a single event in this damn town that hasn't gone to the shitter in the last two years? I say we stay clear from now own, become completely anti-social. Maybe buy a farm -- animals don't carry bombs or guns or bring about natural disasters."

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"What do you think? Sexy, right?" Will laughed as he pushed himself out of his chair to show Ava the boot that had just been put on his foot as the next stage of his recovery. He slowly walked over to her and smiled before pulling her in for a hug. "Please tell me you're hear to take me for a drive or something. I even showered today, I'm in the perfect mood to be great company." @avaxbest

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"It'd be easier to ask what isn't on their list but at the top of the list is that new Nicole Kidman series, The Perfect Couple, apparently it's a thriller. I don't know why they like to watch such stressful shit so luckily I've gotten them to add some romance," he said with a laugh. "It's about time we do a When Harry Met Sally re-watch. Fall is upon us. It's basically tradition at this point." He nodded at the question which brought a smile to his face. "Yeah we've FaceTimed. She said she's gonna try to come down. Help take care of me. I told her I'll probably be fine but I wouldn't be mad to see her. I just want her to visit when I can actually show her around and stuff, you know? Not so she can baby me with the other two." But his expression wasn't annoyed. He was actually grateful for it. "If she comes though, I'd love for you to come over and meet her. It'd be nice. But enough about me. How are you, Tonopah's interim most eligible bachelor? So nice of you to take over while I'm out of commission for a bit," he joked.

Nate nodded lightly in understanding, knowing he could relate in some ways to not being able to keep still, so he could guess how frustrated the other man was getting. At Will's comparison to a pig being held up to the sky and himself, a soft chuckle escaped - one that was pulled from Nate not expecting that. After listening he began to answer from Will's last question first, "Yeah, think we both agreed that going in the middle of summer was a fuck up - but it was good." scorching temperatures or not, it was nice to get away. "What's on your Dads list then?" he means movie wise, of course. "If there's any I gotta think about I'll fall asleep, guaranteed." naturally Nate wasn't even embarrassed to admit it. "You um.. heard anymore from your mom?"

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Will jumped a bit when he heard her voice and was suddenly far too aware of how he looked laid up on the couch. He groaned as he pushed himself up and brushed some crumbs off of his shirt. He wiped his hands over his face before running them through his hair and looked at her. "Yeah I kind of feel like a rabbit in a cage. A very nice cage though. Great room service," he joked, suddenly aware of the two of them being alone in his house. He had of course been thinking about her, and even more when Penny had told him about what had happened to Mikki and Elliott. His expression softened when she put down the container and he immediately reached out for it. "Out of practice but still the best baker I know so I won't complain, thank you."

He immediately opened the cover, wanting to have something to do with his hands once she sat down. "Trying. I kind of miss the outside world but I think I'd be more pissed if my ankle didn't heal right," he admitted and took the first bite. "Oh, Lyds, this is," he stuffed the rest in his mouth to show her how much he liked them. "Compliments to the chef," he mumbled before laughing. He was quiet for a moment before finishing his big bite and setting the container aside. "How are you feeling? I um..I heard about Elliott. Penny and Mikki are friends of mine."

where: will's place who: @will-york & lydia donovan

She had been to Will's place a million times, but for some reason the moment she pulled into the driveway, she felt her stomach starting to do backflips. For the past few days, she hadn't been able to get that kiss out of her mind. It was hazy, sure, parts of it a bit blurry, but the action itself -- and how it had made her feel in the moment -- was clear as day, only shrouded by the guilt and concern that had fallen over her once she heard Elliott had been admitted to the hospital. All of it a chaotic, confusing series of events, none of which she felt she was dealing with properly.

"Hey stranger," Lydia greeted, rounding the corner into the living room where her friend sat, recovering. "I was going to text you to see if you were around but, um, remembered that you're pretty much not allowed to move for a while." A light chuckle left her lips, and she looked on at him for a moment before suddenly remembering the glass tupperware in her hands. "Oh! I made you macarons. They're raspberry. I'm a little out of practice these days, but..." She placed the container down on the coffee table, taking a seat beside Will on the couch, hands folded over her lap. "How's the ankle? You actually listening to the doctor and resting?"