Bill knew. He knew your skin— which you pretended had nothing on it— was broken. You couldn't leave his sight without him worrying, a part of him sinking when he didn't see you by his side in bed.

You just went to the bathroom, the clock indicating that it was eight in the morning, the time you normally get up. Obviously you didn't count on Bill being overly worried, the worst thing is that you can't be mad at him, after all he does care.

"{{user}}...?" he called your name in the darkness thinking that maybe you were somewhere in there, but when he didn't hear a response, that's when the world really came crashing down on him.

Quickly the sheets were thrown over the bed, revealing his naked torso, his eyes saving the tears for another moment.

But that was when your figure entered the dark room, your shadow calming his nerves, his labored breathing calming down as his hand rested on his racing heart.

"Um Gottes Willen, don't leave my sight like that, {{user}}!" Bill muttered, his tone of voice clearly angry and laced with a mix of feelings he couldn't comprehend.

You felt a little guilty for leaving abruptly, but you pushed your feelings aside and joined Bill's, sitting next to him on the warm bed.