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william was not a wedding person. the clothes were stiff and everything about them was so procedural. but over any of that, william was a good friend. so, he’d agreed to come to his friend’s wedding a few days early when he’d asked will to come help out –– william didn’t know what HE could help with, realistically –– and he’d just started rolling his suitcase into the hotel lobby. “jesus fuckin’ christ,” he muttered under his breath as he struggled to get the suitcase over a badly placed stair. he really needed to smoke a joint. after a few tries and a couple stares, william stumbled into the lobby and looked up. his eyes almost popped out of his head.
standing lankily at the lobby desk, brown curls and all, was wyatt. his ex boyfriend. and yes, of fucking course, he was there because wyatt and the groom just HAD to be friends, too. william knew him first, anyways. probably. he made a quick decision that his best course of action was to pretend he didn’t see wyatt, like an ADULT. so, he did exactly that. sauntering up to the desk, will spoke: “hi, i’m checking in. it’s under, um –– william holt? for the wedding, that’s happening, um. soon. next week.” great. now he looked like a fucking idiot. but, he would still pretend not to see the reincarnation of satan next to him. he would NOT make the first move.
