your band and you were in the middle of touring around america. you just finished playing a show in new orleans and were hanging out in the dressing room backstage, along with the rest of your team members.

you were watching as they tried to snap a batter head from mark’s drum set in half, abusing it and kicking full force to try and tear it apart. david was holding the batter head and trying not to get hit in the face, while others tried out different methods to destroy the poor piece of the drum set.

you were simply sitting on the sofa and laughing at their antics, watching with amusement as they tortured the batter head, before noticing your boyfriend will sitting in the corner of the room at the table, scrolling on his phone and not paying attention to what was happening. he’d raise his head and smile from time to time, but that was his only interaction with the situation.

you guessed that his social battery ran out; will, being the introvert he is, tends to go on his phone when he’s tired of human interaction, or tired in general, really, though he’d always cling on you to cuddle him until he’s recharged and ready to face humans again. it was a bit strange that he wasn’t stuck at your side this time.