They'd ranked take aways today. James knew exactly why Will had moved from ranking unknown mystery sweets and caffeinated drinks, and somewhere deep down he was glad that it was all going well now.
"Are you heading home?" James asked after him, watching as he started to pack his things away. Did he look any different? Was he in baggy layers because of the cold or because...
The pills hadn't worked. He admitted in A&E that he'd thrown up after both of them from nerves, that he didn't want to retry it after a week. The problem was still there, so to speak.
Will hadn’t asked anything of James and James hadn’t offered. He was still angry about it all, about not being told, about being left out of the discussion. Even at the hospital Will had acted like it was nothing to do with him. James knew it definitely was though.
"Yeah," Will glanced up briefly, "Unless you need a lift to the station?"
"I'll take the underground, it's easier than you driving," James shook his head. "Or we can go and grab some dinner later, if you're feeling better?"
He heard himself and hated it, acting like it was a bug that had made Will so sick for weeks. He wasn't going to say it first though.
"... I don't... actually fuck it why not," Will seemed to decide on it, "I'll get you a hotel or something if you want."
Because they both knew James couldn't afford it. He knew Will would end up paying for dinner, that the fare for the new train would be tacked onto the ÂŁ500 video money. James wanted to scoff at that, what was one more thing? He already funded his life and career and touring, he was already paying into his half of the coffee business idea, he already bought anything James needed, why not just fund the bastard child too?
"I can just stay in your guest room, no?"
"It's eh... it's getting redecorated."
James nodded along, allowing the lie. It was the nursery then.
"I'll take your sofa," He decided, "Like old times."
Like four months ago when they'd tumbled from sofa to wall to bed to floor and got themselves in the problem they were currently in. Will must've had the same memory, shuddering at it.
"Class," he nodded a single time and slung his back over his shoulder. "Ready?"
"Yeah. Should you be carrying your bag? I can take it?"
"I'm fine.' Will went ahead, "Don't need your help.'