I wake up holding Will, his head on my lap, drooling onto my groin area. I blush, startled, and move his head off my lap, and onto a nearby pillow I had snatched up.

I quickly get up, and go to change my pants. Dammit. I think. It soaked through my boxers. "Shit!" I quietly curse, and strip my lower half, grabbing a pair of boxers. The were the Bat-Man boxers that Will left in my cabin a week or so ago. I missed that, when we'd be so lost in everything, that when we got re-clothed, we'd wear the wrong things. But it was too late to dwell on that thought.

I need to let go of my feelings for Will, once and for all. I thought, as I button my torn black skinny jeans. That's when I see Will, wide awake, staring at me dress. Funniest part, I wasn't even flustered. He had seen me like this before. It was nothing new; I had always dressed in front of him, as he watched, making sure I had no new self-inflicted scars on me.

He was kind like that. The kind of kind I wanted to be. He, on the other hand, seemed very flustered.

"I'm sorry!" he said quickly, turning to look away.

"It's fine, I really don't mind. You used to do this then, too. Back at the three days in the infirmary. To make sure I'd stopped cutting."

"Well, it's different now..."

"Solace," I said, tilting his chin up to look at me.

"Yeah?"

"You're my doctor. It's okay."

"About that..." he trailed off.

I looked at him, feigning confusion. I knew what he was going to say. Only I didn't:

"I asked Austin to become your new doctor. I can't do this--" he looked me up and down, implying his thought. "--anymore."

I was broken, but I did this to myself, we weren't two halves of a whore, we were Nico and Will. Surnames couldn't be ship-names. And our first names didn't work. It was just... not meant to be. The fates had it decided.