#your boy

The next few days are a blur. The last details of the trade and his agreement with the Bruins are ironed out. In the meantime, Will’s a healthy scratch for the Flames game, and for the rest of the road trip, but he’s already on the road anyway and it’s only the Canucks game left, so he doesn’t do anymore skating and instead does a whole lot of sitting: in press boxes, and on planes and buses, and at restaurants, and in hotel rooms that have a fucking adjoining door to Mack’s room that neither of them ever touch. They still do that team dinner, the one where Will had handpicked the spot and Will still paid for it all like he had planned to when he thought that this is where he’d tell the team he was leaving. And Will puts on his most winning smile for the media, answering questions and reciting his talking points: Yes, he’s looking forward to a new start in Boston - it’ll be a nice homecoming to where he started his hockey career so many years ago. Yes, he’s talked to the Bruins captain, Fraser Minten, a little since the news got out. Yes, of course he’s thankful for his time at San Jose - happy to have helped them win a Cup. Yes, he’ll miss the friends he’s made here - yes, that includes Macklin fucking Celebrini. Jesus fucking Christ. (His winning smile looks a smidge strained in these parts, but overall, he thinks it’s passing.)