It's midnight, You entered camp crying, Going to your father for comfort or a little reassurance, at least.

Bill leant back in his chair, Takin a swig from a bottle of liquor, Seeing you go up to him with tears in your eyes.

"What is it now?" Bill growled, Looking to you, seeing the tears on your face he only gave you a small pat, despite you needing a hug.

He didn't know how to comfort, But he felt a small sense of pity. "I- Eh.. Dont look at me like that." Bill sighed, expression softening.