( i can't just go from something to fucking nothing. there's absolutely nothing funny about this moment, about that statement, and still she has to physically bite her tongue to to hold back a harsh laugh. ends up huffing quietly into the phone, scrubbing a hand over her face and narrowly resisting the urge to scream into the receiver. wake up kyle and simba and the entire goddamn building because of course will doesn't see, doesn't understand the entire issue. only sees the part that most directly affects him.

and why shouldn't he? it isn't like he had been there for the months of silence passed on the couch. her fingers seeking out his only to be left empty and cold. calling his name endlessly while he stared off into space, until she had to shake his shoulder to finally get his attention only for him to jerk out of her reach. no, after johnny and tunny left and the reality of the situation finally sank in, will checked himself out entirely, leaving heather with an empty shell of the man she loved. one, she had truly believed, who wouldn't even notice when she finally decided that enough was enough. )

You're right. Nothing about this is normal, and we can't pretend like it is. ( a drawn out silence follows, punctuated only by a heavy sigh. getting to hear his voice, to talk to him in a way she hasn't allowed herself since walking out, was supposed to make her feel better. soothe that hollow feeling in her chest that she hasn't been able to get rid of. ) I thought maybe we could just talk, ( like we used to. she swallows hard before continuing, voice thick and god wouldn't her life be so much easier, happier, if she could just give up? ) But I guess not. ( wrong once again. it seems to be a recurring problem lately. ) I'm sorry I bothered you.