Kyle backed away as soon as he heard the glass shatter. There was no need to tell him twice as he watched as the beautiful Bree ran out of the apartment. He stood there with a very questioning look on his face. He had no idea what had just happened and why someone had come in and just dropped a dish to the floor. But there seemed to be some kind of significance to it for Will and Ali as he looked back over to Will and saw his shocked face. Will had officially screwed the pooch with the whole thing. He was never going to get Bree now. He was never going to bring down that shell of hers. It was bad enough that he was going to have to be her boss on Monday.<br/><br/>Will allowed Ali to get off of him. He knew it was only first for her to be able to go to Bree and try to cheer her up. He had already hurt Bree enough already he was not going to keep the only person who could possibly cheer her up from her. His glare turned to Kyle. It was all his fault. All of this tragedy had been all of his fault just like all the other tragedies of Will's life were.<br/><br/>"Go to her, Ali. And tell her I am sorry. " Will said.<br/><br/>He had to get away from seeing them everyday. He had not yet the set the wheels in motion to avoid having to see them at work. But with the presentation with all of his bosses on Monday morning, it would not be hard to sweet talk them into the promotion they had so wanted to give him. He knew they had been waiting for the next work evaluation for that to occur but he could always smooth talk them into it. He hoped he could. He did not want to hurt Bree or Ali any more than he already had.