[players only; backdated to August 10th]
Damon looks at the clock and curses colourfully. It's 10pm on Thursday, and he hasn't seen or spoken to Will since last Friday morning. He'd meant to call him earlier, but this has been a horribly busy week. Damon can't keep a thought in his head for more than five minutes between taking care of Missy and dealing with the publicity about the new project. Beyond that, there's the fact that he hasn't quite been able to figure out what to say to Will. He'd spent the weekend thinking--although brooding would probably describe it more accurately--and wondering what exactly it means that Suzi knows about him and Will. Pondering the age difference and wondering if it's really a bigger deal than he's made it out to be so far. He'd finally come to a bit of a resolution last night as he lay in bed.
He'd been thinking about what Neil had said in their little text conversation on Friday. He'd also thought about Graham and what he'd say about all this. Not that he can really talk to Graham right now; they haven't spoken in two years, and Graham seems to like it that way. Far be it from Damon to step on his toes. So he'd had to rely on the Graham in his head, the one he remembers from back when they were still actually friends and not just two blokes who were in a band together and sort of got along sometimes. Before Graham had started spending every waking moment in an alcoholic haze. That Graham had told him, quite succinctly, that he was being an idiot and to stop overanalysing everything so goddamn much. That Graham had told him that the only thing that matters is whether he loves Will, and that everything else will work out just as it's supposed to, for good or for ill.
He does love Will. Maybe not deeply, not in a soul-stirring sort of way, but he does love him. And he misses him. He misses that infectious laugh and that sweet smile. Sometime soon they're going to have to arrange some time together, because Damon's not sure how much longer he can go without it. He picks up his mobile and closes the door to his bedroom. Hits the button for Will's number and chews on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning like a fool.
( Will starts at the sound of his mobile ringing, blinking out of a stupor )
Damon looks at the clock and curses colourfully. It's 10pm on Thursday, and he hasn't seen or spoken to Will since last Friday morning. He'd meant to call him earlier, but this has been a horribly busy week. Damon can't keep a thought in his head for more than five minutes between taking care of Missy and dealing with the publicity about the new project. Beyond that, there's the fact that he hasn't quite been able to figure out what to say to Will. He'd spent the weekend thinking--although brooding would probably describe it more accurately--and wondering what exactly it means that Suzi knows about him and Will. Pondering the age difference and wondering if it's really a bigger deal than he's made it out to be so far. He'd finally come to a bit of a resolution last night as he lay in bed.
He'd been thinking about what Neil had said in their little text conversation on Friday. He'd also thought about Graham and what he'd say about all this. Not that he can really talk to Graham right now; they haven't spoken in two years, and Graham seems to like it that way. Far be it from Damon to step on his toes. So he'd had to rely on the Graham in his head, the one he remembers from back when they were still actually friends and not just two blokes who were in a band together and sort of got along sometimes. Before Graham had started spending every waking moment in an alcoholic haze. That Graham had told him, quite succinctly, that he was being an idiot and to stop overanalysing everything so goddamn much. That Graham had told him that the only thing that matters is whether he loves Will, and that everything else will work out just as it's supposed to, for good or for ill.
He does love Will. Maybe not deeply, not in a soul-stirring sort of way, but he does love him. And he misses him. He misses that infectious laugh and that sweet smile. Sometime soon they're going to have to arrange some time together, because Damon's not sure how much longer he can go without it. He picks up his mobile and closes the door to his bedroom. Hits the button for Will's number and chews on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning like a fool.
( Will starts at the sound of his mobile ringing, blinking out of a stupor )
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