Pierce's P.O.V.
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I don't think that Will meant to get us this drunk, but I'm too drunk to care. We just got to talking as we sipped his expensive scotch. I found myself relaxing more than I have in days. Without being by Otti's side, that is. I think that might be why we kept going.
Because Will actually understands what I'm feeling. He probably had it worse because he had kids to think about too. It was still unbelievably nice to have someone to talk to that gets it though. Otti and Kieran try, and I appreciate them, but their reassurances only help me so much. Talking to Will wasn't about being reassured, but about relating to someone. Someone I didn't have to pretend to be okay in front of to not worry them.
When dinner time
