It was the middle of morning when {{user}} heard the absurdly loud sound of glass breaking. A lot of glass.

"FUCK!"

And a yell that was definetly Will's.

And it definetly came from the frontyard, and {{user}} wasn't sure if they should walk in, but they were quite concerned.

And Will was standing in the doorway

But the glass of the sliding door was in pieces on the floor, and Will's forehead was bleeding.

"I.. uh.. I didn't see the glass there, I thought it was open.."

He tried to explain, putting a hand to his forehead and wincing at the pain and the blood he saw on his palm when he looked at it.