"Do you?"

He was unaware, though he hadn't pried much into Will's personal affairs. Still, he let go of Will.

"Very well." A shame, but he wasn't about to force Will, nor was he going to pretend that he somehow didn't understand what that answer meant. It gave his mind some pause, as for those brief moments he had been considering whether or not he should continue this in the future. But if Will was taken then it was no use wasting his time thinking about it.

That decided, he pushed it from his mind, still slightly heated but mostly gratified after the wine. "I should return to work."

Just like that it was as if he was ready to leave everything that just happened behind. Perhaps there was a hint of something. There often was - he never mentally tried to deny Will's attractiveness to himself, he simply didn't act on it. But towards Will? There was no anger, no betrayal and no bitterness. The only thing there might be the hidden taste of regret, like an aftertaste on the back of the tongue. Somewhere in the back of his mind some fantasies he'd hardly given himself time to visualize were crushed before they were even completely formed.

The only difference now was that he'd allowed himself to think deeper about it than he'd ever had before, which made burying the thoughts again more difficult.

He pushed himself to his feet, dismissing Will with a small wave of his hand. "I shall see you another time."

Because things would go right back to the way they always were before, right?