Will couldn't come into therapy that day. He was preoccupied. That's a light way of putting it, actually, as the man was in pre-heat. It had snuck up on him because of a change in his medication.

A knock came to the front door of his house in the middle of nowhere. Will sighed, pulling the towel closer around his bare shoulders. He was feverish and sweating, wearing nothing but his boxers due to the heat slowly beginning to set in. Will absolutely did not want company. That, or he was in denial about it.

Will opened the door just a crack as he sighed, brow furrowing, sweat making his dark curls stick to his forehead.

"...Hn?" He huffed, not looking forward to talking with someone when he was like this.