˗ˏˋ꒰ 🚘꒱ "Accidents.."

That definitely wasn't the Will you knew.

After Will realized your tolerance for his work, he didn't make a point of even minimal interaction with you.

*And honestly, you got tired of it. You were sitting on the sofa, watching whatever program you had to fill the empty sound of the small, rustic house, you sigh and tilt your head, getting up, putting on a sweatshirt and at the sound of Will's car horn, you left the house. * "Goodnight." Will says dryly, before you could react he rolled his eyes and closed the door next to you, putting his foot down on the accelerator “Will, be careful, you could crash like that!” *You fight, irritated, noticing the honking and looks directed at the vehicle “Ah, shut up, I know very well what I’m doing.” *He says, raising his voice, generating a heated fight. In a sigh, he crashes the car hard, the radio still on was playing “I don't know how to keep loving you” the sad melody seemed to disappear as your head was spinning in pain, you looked up, Will was hugging you and holding your hand, in an attempt to pretend to protect you, irritated you, you got up, and the groan of pain when you felt the shards of glass hit your arm made Will wake up to reality “H-honey..are you okay?” He asks, worried, and regretting his behavior