*knocks on the door frame of their bedroom just after he's put Carly down to bed, chewing his lip*

Heather?

Will had spent his night pacing, certain that if he continued he'd have worn a hole in the carpet. It had only been a day since Heather had come to pick Carly up and he'd lost all control. He wasn't sure if Heather had ever pushed him away so much. Said no so many times. It wasn't that he thought she was incapable of saying no to his advances it ( Read more... )

Will sat cross-legged in front of his daughter on the couch, Carly in her carrier and ready to go for Heather when she came. He idly plucked at his guitar as he waited. It soothed her, he'd discovered, the guitar. She'd slipped into a light sleep and she tended to stir when he stopped so he kept playing. Plus, it helped to calm his own nerves ( Read more... )

Will could hardly stand it anymore. Everything felt so caged in. Just sitting there in his own home made him feel claustrophobic. Even Carly ( Read more... )

I feel like I've forgotten something.

Just so fucking over this already.

I can't take this feeling anymore.

Was supposed to be getting easier.

I've gotta try for her. Them.

Will dragged his feet as he lumbered into the apartment, finally home from work after his fourth day of his new extended hours. Extended hours that he was expected to keep up for an indefinite amount of time. He closed the door and hung up his keys and promptly fell into the couch, on his stomach, long legs hanging off the end of the couch. He was ( Read more... )