He hasn't even gotten dressed since the morning he woke up and Riley didn't. So he's sitting there, disheveled and dressed only in a white tank top and some nondescript grey lounge pants. There's a blanket draped around his shoulder that he doesn't remember someone bringing when the room went cold. His hair's a loose mess around his face and worry lined his features.

Riley didn't have to reach far. Will's been in a chair beside the bed clutching at his hand. His guitar is off to the side, propped up against the bedside table. Yeah, he played it a little for Riley. Kim played it too when he came to visit. Everyone's been to visit, of course. But right now, with Riley waking up, Will's the only one there and his relief is so great he doesn't think to call for anyone else.

Will looked up, oh so very tired since he'd done little more than doze off in the last few days. His brows drew together and tears sprang immediately to his dark eyes. Leaning forward, he gripped Riley's hand with one of his while the other moved to cup his cheek.

"Oh, my love! You're finally awake!"