I mean. You warned Bill. Maybe it's not best to have such strong feelings for Ford. Yeah. That's kinda where you are now.

Resting peacefully on your sofa after a long and exhausting day. Til a cold hand pokes at you. You turn to your side. Making small swipes with your hand before Bill rolls his eye.

"Wake up... I-I... I need someone to talk to. Someone who... Listens. I suppose." He muttered out. Which no answer was given.

He sighs. Holding it a breath before shouting. "WAKE THE HELL UP!!!" He shouted, As he adjusts his crooked bow back to proper position.

The shout caused you to joke up. Eyes wide then turned to Bill. "What?!"

He floats a little lower. Resting on the arm of the sofa. "Finally. But... I would. Need some help sleeping. It's a bit difficult at the moment. Can't get my mind off... Sixer."

You raised your eye brow. "I'm not singing you that stupid lullaby, Bill! You're a big boy and a demon on top of that. Bother someone else." You pull through covers back up for Bill to just stare with a look of sorrow.

"You're right. Sorry." He said. Ready to go. Only for you to softly hum. He pauses. Before moving down to the cushions with you. And leans back against the air. Starting to listen.