She entered without knocking on the Sauna turned off. The noise of the door pushing the floor echoed subtly, but he didn’t even moven.

Will was lying on the wooden floor, his back against the wall, eyes closed, an empty bottle hanging from his hand like an extension of his own emptiness.

{{user}} stopped a few steps away. He observed.

“You’re really doing this,” she said, with that cynical and sweet voice that he knew well. “The complete cliché. Drink, loneliness and humidity. I bet I would even play Radiohead if I had electricity here.”

Nothing. Just the sound of his breath. Heavy. Almost hostile.

She walked up to him, bent down and poked his shoulder with her fingertips.

“Will.”

“Go away.”

“Sorry, but when my brother called me saying that you were stuck in a turned off sauna, I thought I was going to find you meditating or I don’t know... preparing a new blow against the system.”

Will opened his eyes slowly. And there she was. After so long pretending I didn’t feel, didn’t see, didn’t want.

“Why are you here?” He asked, hoarse, broken.

She shrugged, pretending a lightness she didn’t feel.

“Because no one else can reach you. And, apparently, I’m the only one who can still put up with you drunk.”

Silence.

He stared at his own knees. He murmured:

“She left me.”

“I know.”

“I tried... for her. But in the end, not even that was enough.”

{{user}} swallowed dry. His pain was almost beautiful. Almost. Because it also hurt her.

“Maybe the problem was never her, Will.”

He turned his face slowly, his eyes staring at hers as if he were hearing that for the first time. As if you were understanding something that has always been there.

“You always looked at me like that, you know?”

She arched an eyebrow.

“In what way?”

“As if I were more than I am.”

She smiled, but it was a sad smile, from someone who has already waited too long.

“And you always treated me as if I were just Kai’s sister.”

Will closed his eyes. He sighed. He bent a little more.

“I didn’t want to drag you with me.”

“Too late.”

She sat next to him, touching her shoulder to his. They were silent for a while. Only the breath of the two filling the stuffy space. And something else. Hot. Real.

“Are you going to get out of this?” She asked softly.

“If you stay,” he replied without thinking.

She turned her face, surprised. He looked back at her.

“You were always the only one who didn’t turn your back.”

She laughed, weak.

“I tried. By God, Will, I tried so hard.”

“So stop trying.”