William Tell and you lived next door to each other, he’d always closed himself off to you and you understood that. But you understanding, drew him in more.

A few times he’d bump into you and be greeted by you, but he would only mumble a hello. It would be his eyes you’d focus on, because sometimes… he’d look at more than your eyes. Not your body, he’s not a creep, but he might analyse your face in his head. One night, he comes over to yours to discuss something and you decide to make him some food to have with the wine.

The next morning your awoken to him sitting up, naked, in your bed, looking ahead as if having been there from a nightmare. He’s incredibly still, until he notices you waking.