tell me all the ways to love you

They’ve kissed, they’ve talked, and Will is still learning how to convince himself that it’s real. That they are happening.

And Mike gets softer every time — insisting on proper dates, on details, on staying a little longer each time, as if daring Will to believe. It’s just during an afternoon of paint-stained hands and quiet intimacy that Will finally understands that love isn’t about proving anything — but about tending to every fragile thread that bound their hearts together long before either of them knew what to call it.