"William, wait!" Oliver grabs his hand, not forcefully, but firm enough to keep William in place.

"I don't want to talk to you!" He blurts out.

"You don't mean that," Oliver whispers, though the light in his eyes dim as if there's a moment where he thinks he may be wrong. To anyone, that split second of insecurity will go unnoticed, but not to William. He sees how despite Oliver's firm response, William's statement manages to make the man unsure of himself. And he hates to be the reason for the sag in the tall man's shoulders.

"Don't tell me what I mean or don't mean, Oliver," he seethes, the anger he was trying to cool off with ice cream suddenly returns, lighting up like a vengeful furnace that sends William's brain into overdrive — meaning his mouth is moving way faster than his mind and he's not sure he can stop himself before it gets too late. "I thought I wasn't important to you," William adds as he pulls himself away from the blond man. He doesn't move away though, despite the vengeful devil on shoulder whispering in his mind to so so. He blocks the little voice and crosses his arms, staying put with his eyes on Oliver's as he waits for what the blond will do next.

And with his eyes never leaving William's hold, Oliver drops down on one knee, and then the other. On his knees, he moves closer to William and reaches for his hands. William watches it all happen, as if in slow motion, up until the point when Oliver gently holds in hands in his.

"I'm so sorry," Oliver begins, his voice barely above a whisper. The look in his eyes amplifies those words and William feels his heartstrings being pulled tightly. "I didn't mean what I said, Will. It was a stupid statement to make. I'm sorry I didn't tell Jason about us," Oliver continues, his grasp on William's hand tightening. "I don't think you're unimportant. I was wrong for saying our relationship wasn't a big deal, because it is," he says, pausing as he gulps. "You were right, he is my best friend and I should have told him about us even before we became official. You mean more than the world to me, Will. I'm so sorry., please forgive me."

And just like that, that vengeful fire that drove up his anger towards the man before him merely minutes ago melts into nothingness like ice cream beneath the scorching sun. Despite wanting to stay angry and drive home his point, William has not had a man kneeling before him and quite literally begging for his forgiveness before. It's not that he thinks Oliver needs to beg him, but given how sincere Oliver is about the situation, he cannot even find it in himself to pretend he is not smitten by the very public display of genuine regret and love.

He feels his heart soften, his resolve weakening, and his lips quicker as tears sting his own eyes. With a pout, William falls to his knees as well and throws his arms around Oliver, hugging him tightly. "I forgive you," he declares and Oliver heaves a huge sigh of relief, his arms finding their place around William's waist and holding onto him for dear life.

"I'll never say something like that again, Will, I promise," he whispers into William's neck and the latter nods, accepting Oliver's conviction. There's something in the way Oliver states his promise that lets William know that there's just no way that the man before him would ever lie to him. He's not lied to him since they became close, and he knows in his heart that Ollie would never. That gut feeling alone allows William to trust Ollie with all his heart, knowing that the blond man would go to great lengths to never hurt him. And that is all William has ever wanted from a man he loves, to not be hurt or heartbroken.

He smiles as his eyes sting with happy tears and pulls away slightly, cupping Ollie's face in his hands and meeting those green eyes of his that he's come to love. Taking a deep breath, William leans in and kisses him. It starts slowly, the two of them just pressing their lips together and sighing in relief from how much they'd missed each other although it had only been a couple of hours. But then, because William and Oliver are who they are, the former cannot help but allow himself to grant access to the latter's tongue which sweeps him and sends shivers down William's spine.

"Ahem!"

Startled, William quickly pulls away from his boyfriend and turns to the owner of the very awkward cough. "Oh."

"Not that I'm against a healthy dose of PDA and exhibitionism, but just FYI, this is my apartment," Alyssa points out, hands over her lips as she tries to hide the snicker stuck at her throat due to Oliver's red ears and neck.

Suddenly realizing that this was in fact not his own apartment and that this was his friend's apartment, and that said friend was in the room with them, William quickly got up from his knees along with Oliver. Thank the Lord for awkward coughs or Alyssa may have seen something he'd rather keep to himself. She may be his best friend, but there were certain parts of himself that were better left to the imagination and drunk Friday night tea-spillings.

"I'll give you two some privacy," she continues as the two men get up from their knees.

"There's no need for that," Oliver assures her, still holding onto William. "I'm sorry about... that," he adds and she nods, wishing he wouldn't even bring it up but Oliver's too good of a person to not apologize for the slight PDA. "And thank you for letting me know where Will was."

As if a bulb lights up in his head, William suddenly gasps, eyes wide as he meets Alyssa's gaze. "How did you even?" William's jaw drops as he rewinds his memory to look for a moment where Alyssa would have called or texted his boyfriend without him noticing.

"Clearly, I did the right thing, now shoo! I have a date with this tub of ice cream." William can't hide his chuckle, shaking his head as the laugh rips out of him. Of course it would fall on his friend to do the one thing he was too proud to give into. He shakes his head, watching as Alyssa retakes her seat on the floor. She grabs the tub of vanilla ice cream, silently discarding the hot sauce as she cradles to sweet dessert like it's her baby. "Did you not hear me say shoo?"

"Alright, we're leaving!" William takes his boyfriend's hand and leads him out of the apartment, but he comes back and gives Alyssa a hug. "Thank you," he whispers before going back to Oliver.

Hand in hand, the two men take the long road back to William's apartment, just as they were supposed to have done hours prior to their little argument. Having forgotten their dinner at the Thai restaurant when Jason showed up, the two make a detour to the grocery store and get a few packs of noodles. William finds himself relaxing, as if this is how things should be. It feels as though all is right with the world now that he's back in Oliver's arms. They're almost at his apartment when he spares a glance at the man in question, wondering if he feels as comfortable as he does, but what meets him is the face of a man worried.

"Hey," William whispers, gently squeezing Oliver's hand to get his full attention. "What's wrong?" He asks directly, knowing that if he left it up to Oliver, the man would try to keep it in and solve it himself. They were more than that though, especially now and William wanted to be there for his man, no matter what it was.

"Um... it's nothing really," Oliver starts and pauses when William gives him a pointed look that says I know you better than you think. "I actually spoke to Jason, about us."
"Oh," William says, voice barely above a whisper. He nods in understanding. He can see why that would make Oliver worried. Despite not knowing Jason's personality other than the few times they had met, William gets an inkling that the man may not be as understanding as he had initially thought, especially when he takes Oliver's previous words into account. "What did he say?"

Oliver purses his lips. "He was a bit disappointed at first, mostly at me, don't worry." He lets out a chuckle as if that should make everything better. "He wants to speak to you though, to both of us, together."

William nods, taking it all in. Admittedly, Ollie and Jason's conversation went a lot better than William thought it would given how angry the latter seemed when they encountered him. "I guess I can see where he's coming from," he says, still processing the fact that he has to meet his boyfriend's best friend and probably get a stamp of approval, totally not ignoring the fact that he almost engaged in a one night stand with said best friend. "Guess we have to face the music."