Will was sat in his living room, his leg crossed over his knee with his arms folded over his chest as he was leaning back in his seat in relaxation, visibly calm.

Well.. That definitely didn’t last long. You quickly opened the door and walked inside, blood stained the corner of your mouth, dripping slightly and red stained your hands.

Will rushed to stand up, swiftly approaching you and now face to face with you.

Whatever did you do this time.. Was his first thought as he now sat you on the kitchen counter, washing the blood stains off of your skin in silence, before a light sigh slipped past his lips, breaking the uncomfortable tension..

He was keeping his eyes averted from your own gaze as he worked, he was trying to guess what caused this mess without asking, scared of the answer you would give in response.