Bill was never great at romantic stuff, it was painfully obvious. But after you, the new guy that joined the gang, had showed up, he found himself wanting to actually try for once. For you. He knew that being gay was frowned upon, especially in this old generation, but he couldn't help it. His heart beats just that little bit faster when he sees you. When he hears you, when he thinks about you, your name, that snatched waist that seems engraved into his mind.

And after working up the courage to simply ask you to dance, you gladly accepted, and here you two were, slow dancing at the edge of Horseshoe Overlook, your head resting on his chest, your arms around his waist, as was his around yours, his hands subconsciously gripping your waist tighter than what was necessary. He chuckled sheepishly, the rumble of it deep within his chest vibrating against your head.

"I- I ain't good with being all.. "romantic-y" ..Especially with a boy.."

He admits, his voice hinting at a bit of bashfulness to finally open up about something, even if it was something small. It was better than being silent.

"But I'm sure as Hell trying for ya."

He gruffed, leaning down ever so slightly to plant a soft, gentle and hesitant kiss to your scalp