Once Theta finished telling his story, he gave out a small sigh of content and shut his eyes drowsily. William kept running his fingers through the ginger hair. William looked down at the smaller man curled on his couch and gave a small smile. The man had wrapped himself up again in William's coat, muttering something about how he would never understand how humans managed to live in such terribly uncomfortable climates. "Theta?" Will asked gently, running a thumb over the man's cheek.

The eyes opened slowly, pale blue and sleepy.

"I didn't know God got so sleepy," he teased.

Theta chuckled and let out another small sigh.

"I normally don't have to sleep," Theta replied quietly. He sat up languidly and wrapped his arms around his legs. "Usually I can't sleep, anyway, even if I wanted to. But I don't know. When I'm with you, it's like…." Theta trailed off, observing the wild blush on Will's face. "It relaxes me. You relax me."

"We only met today," he said, more out of habit, now, rather than because he believed in what he was saying. He found himself genuinely believing in what Theta had been telling him – perhaps not about the 'God' thing, but at least the bit about perhaps having met earlier in life. They could have gone to school together, years ago, and time had simply erased the memories of the former friend.

Theta shook his head quietly. He moved himself to the other side of the couch and looked down at the floor. "William? I wish you would trust me. I know I haven't done much for you but get you into trouble and scare you."

"But?" Will asked, shifting closer to Theta. He knew that the young man was extremely volatile, but that knowledge and Will's own curiosity about Theta didn't seem to mesh well.

Theta scoffed. "I don't have one. You don't have any reason to believe me. I ran into your office, took up your entire office hours, made you pay for an expensive dinner that I didn't even eat, and I made the Devil show up at your apartment. If I were you, I'd tell me to get lost. I would definitely kick me out. And you? You just keep… you just keep amazing me."

And just like that, something returned to him. William's eyes widened and Theta looked up at him sharply. William swallowed thickly.

He could remember the bunch of red curls cascading around the ginger's pale face. The handsome light blue eyes stared up at him earnestly, the smile curling his lips. 'Will?' Theta asked. William had his head on the younger man's shoulders, his arms wrapped around the pretty man. He grunted out an answer drowsily, only vaguely aware of their surroundings. There was a toilet across from them and a bath to the side of them. There was a poster in Swedish across from them, reminding them to wash their hands judging by the picture with the hands under the sink. 'Will? Thank you. For everything,' Theta whispered, putting his head over the top of William's. Will was calm now, and allowed himself to drift off into sleep.

William's breath caught in his throat at the sudden memory and the rush of emotions that came with it. The emotions that filled him with overwhelming peace, calm, and… friendship? Love? Perhaps both, maybe neither, most likely friendship and love mixed together to an inseparable feeling. "Th-Theta," he stuttered, standing up quickly. He could place the bathroom – it was the one he'd had when consulting in Sweden on a murder investigation. "I… I had something. A memory."

Theta paled. "All of them?"

"No, no. Just one of them," Will murmured, his legs still trembling slightly. "Theta, who are you?"

Theta sighed and stood up, pacing across the living room. "I just don't know how to tell you, Will. You'll get the memories back eventually, and I'm trying not to make them come back all at once. They might… they might hurt you," he said, looking uncertain. "The Devil… I have to be careful. He'll give you the memories back."

"And that's a bad thing?" Will demanded, annoyed. "They're my memories. And you aren't explaining why I lost them in the first place. What was it, huh? You push me down a set of stairs? Did I hit my head?" he asked, frustrated.

"Of course not!" Theta said quickly, rushing over to him. The pale man stood on the tips of his toes and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. "William, you have to believe me. I wouldn't keep these from you if I didn't believe they'd hurt you," he promised.

William glared down. "I'm sorry. I just have a hard time believing you when… when I can't even remember why you were with me in the hotel. Who were you? Why… why do I trust you?"

"Trust?"

"Yes!" William said, stomping his foot down in a childish bout of frustration. "I remember you. I remember you being my best friend, but… but I couldn't have known you for long."

Theta swallowed. "Listen, William, I understand why you're frustrated. And I promise that you'll get your memories back when it's the right time."

"That's not good enough."

Theta blinked and stepped away from the Canadian, and suddenly the space between them seemed like miles. "William?"

"I'm getting tired of you lying to me," William said, the words quietly spoken but spoken nonetheless. Each of the words bit into Theta.

"Don't."

"Maybe it's time for you to go."

Theta covered his mouth and shook his head fervently. "Please don't make me go. Please." He took another step back uncertainly.

"I want to help you," William said coolly, averting his eyes from the small man. "But this goes beyond me. If you're being chased by a drug lord or something—"

Theta slumped on the couch. William cut himself off and observed the trembling ginger. Theta was curled in on himself and his face was pressed against the arm of the sofa. "I didn't mean for everything to turn out so badly," Theta whimpered. "I didn't expect for this to happen. But I had to wipe your memories, Will."

"Why? Please, just tell me," he urged, sitting beside Theta and gripping the man's shoulders.

Theta sighed, wiping at his eyes. "They would hurt you so much."

"The memories?"

"Yeah," he whispered, raising his eyes sheepishly to Will's.

The psychologist felt a stirring of emotion when he saw the state of Theta. He studied the pale face and took note of the sleep-deprived purple rings around the intense blue eyes. He ran a thumb across the wet cheeks, wiping a tear away. The eyes were watery again, and Theta moved his gaze away, another tear slipping down. William swallowed thickly. It was his fault that man was crying. "Sorry," Theta mumbled.

"How many people have you cried in front of?" Will asked.

Theta blinked. "Not a lot," he said nervously. "Why?"

William shrugged, a small and guilty part of him happy that Theta was comfortable enough to be weak around him.

"A-are you going to make me leave?" Theta asked, voice shaking uncertainly. "I will tell you, William. I will."

"Will you answer just one question for me?"

Theta looked up hopefully. "I'll try."

Try.

Still, it was better than 'no'. William licked his lips. "Theta," he began tentatively, "did I love you?"

Theta's face flushed several shades of red, and he wondered briefly why he behaved so human with William.

"Because you've been flirting me since you first saw me," William said, embarrassed. "And the memory… I'm not gay, but I…" he trailed off, not wanting to think that he may have been in love with a man that had a serious God complex.

Theta looked down at his hands. "I… can't answer that."

"Can I ask another one?"

"Can I ask one?"

"Sure."

"Where am I going to sleep tonight?"

William laughed and pulled the ginger into a hug. "In my apartment, if that's what you're wondering," he said, feeling Theta relax considerably when he said that. He let Theta out of the hug, deciding that he would question why he wanted to keep touching Theta later. "You can sleep in my bed."

The ginger giggled and winked. "Bit too early, isn't it?"

His face turned bright red. "I-I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," Theta said, smiling genuinely. "I didn't mean to scare you. Sleep with me, all right? I get lonely."

"Well, if it's for your own benefit," Will said, a small smile of his own curving into place.

Theta blinked, startled. A faint blush crept across his face. "Thanks, Will."

Will smiled and stood up, pulling Theta up. "Come on. You can tell me another story before we fall asleep. All right?"

"Bit demanding, aren't you?" Theta asked cheerfully, bouncing into William's bedroom and throwing himself on the bed. He dove immediately under the covers.

William rolled his eyes and slid next to Theta, moving under the blankets as well. "Why do you want to be under here?" he asked.

"It makes me feel closed in," Theta said, smiling peacefully.

"Isn't that a bad thing?"

"Maybe to humans, but as God it feels good to have perceived boundaries. And I like having you really close to me."

William smiled and was thankful that there wasn't any light underneath the blankets, lest Theta see his blush. The man had a way with words that was quirkily shimmying their way into his heart. He shut his eyes tightly at the realization, heat flushing his face. He hadn't felt this emotionally torn since he was a hormonal teenager.

"Would you like me better if I were a woman?" Theta asked quietly.

"No," William said immediately, realizing how strange that sounded only after he heard Theta's laughter. "Oh, shut up," he grinned.

"I love..." Theta clamped his hand over his mouth, cheeks burning.

William fell silent, staring curiously into the dark where Theta was. "Theta...?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," he said.

"I'll just tell the story now," Theta said sheepishly.


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