"Will," Faust put away the bags of groceries when he saw those teary eyes. What had happened while he was away? His heart ached as he scooped up Will into his arms, holding him close to his chest - placing a kiss atop of his nose. "Cher, what happened? You seem distressed- shh... I'm Here. I'm not going anywhere"
Will gave a whine, burying his face into Faust's shoulder despite the fact that he knew this wasn't anything, knew this couldn't be real, knew his brain was lying to him again. Always. His shirt grew wet from Will's tears overflowing, a harsh sob wracking the older man.
"... You're not real and I don't know what to do with that. I can't do this again Faust, can't deal with it again. I miss you too much for this, I can't.... I can't-" He mumbled into him, voice cracking and wavering, pausing frequently to swallow around sobs.