"God, I can't either." Will chews on his lip for a second. "I find patience really overrated a lot of the time," he says. "For example, I want to jump in the car right now and head down. I miss you. I feel like I miss you all the time, but I know we can't spend every waking moment together because... Well, we just can't and we know why. But that doesn't mean I don't want to." He laughs, a little self-conscious. "Do I sound like a stalker?"