It's almost as if the clarity of Larry's relationship is the saddest part of all to Will. At least by Larry's account - and he's fairly convincing - there was no deception, no ulterior motive, no regrets. Could anything be more idyllic? Even Larry's sorrow is beautiful. Does Will even know how to know someone this way? Why is everything so muddy and noncommittal for him? What would it be like to love and lose without fear?