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Will is quiet, "If I could do it all differently," Will starts, "I wouldn't have gone on that first date with you..." Will looks away from Bruce, "I...obviously hurt you...and you never deserved me wasting any fraction of your life." Will stares into the void, "I would have been out of your life, I would've never met your dad, I wouldn't have cheated on you." Will stated to fidget with his watch, a habit Bruce had help Will break, "Knowing you, you probably would've been just as happy if not happier with some other guy. Some other guy who treats you better ... who cares about you more than themselves ... Someone who was ready to be with you." Both are quiet again. They both gaze out into the void.

"I'm gonna miss you Will..." Bruce says, "I'm gonna really fucking miss you and it's so fucking stupid that you fucking did that." Bruce was **** up. "While I haven't gotten to the point where I forgive you...and I won't anytime soon, I...fuck," Bruce says as he starts sobbing, this time Will puts a tentative hand on his back.

"Don't rush yourself into saying anything Bruce. Let yourself process your feelings. I really screwed you over." Will says softly and Bruce just nods. He doesn't move away from Will's hand. He doesn't know why, but it's comforting. With all the confusion Bruce was having, he did know one thing. That in this moment, Will's hand felt good against his back.

_Why was he being so candid and honest all of a sudden? _Bruce thought to himself. If he had felt that way about the whole situation, why was he coming clean about everything... and then he remembered. _I'm still dreaming ... I must be in Will's head. _This thought made Bruce laugh. Will's head, What am I 12?

"You know...you might have slept with my dad, but I guess I could've done worse," Bruce smirks.

"Done worse?" Will asks, "Not really...like that's really bad."

"You could've been a serial killer." Bruce said, "killed me in my sleep."

"I mean yeah, but..." Will begins, but Bruce cuts him off.

"Or you could've knocked me out and sold my kidney's on the black market." Bruce continues, and Will smiles, "Or you could've been a con artist who married me and then stole all my money." Will snorts as he laughs.

"Shut up," Will slaps Bruce's arm, unable to hold back his smile.

"Or worst of all, you could've been one of those soulless god-forsaken homosexuals," Bruce says, barely holding back a laugh.

"Heaven forbid." Will says and they both laugh. Then the humor melts away. If this was a dream, Bruce knew he had to wake up and the only way he was going to was if he left. Without saying a word, Bruce got up and walked towards the door. As he is walking out the door he looks back and sees Will look back at him. His face is clearly sad, but this time, there is a smile poking through, as if not for his own sake, but for Bruce. Bruce turned around and closed the door behind him. Walking down the stairs, he exited the building.