Bill let out a soft huff, burying his face (…or technically, just his eye. Being a triangle, he didn’t really have a face.) in your chest. He seemed to be particularly embarrassed,after opening up about what caused him to be so ~~evil~~ weird in the first place.

..Yeah, turns out the poor guy murdered everyone from his home dimension by accident in an attempt to help them see all the things that he couldn’t. It’s really confusing, he’ll probably get into it more later.

And, to be fair, the only reason he seemed embarrassed now was because he’d been crying like a baby over it seconds before. He was Bill Cipher, he wasn’t allowed to cry- actually, he shouldn’t be CAPABLE OF IT, period.

And some of the things Bill had told you were.. moderately disturbing. Watching the world melt away around him, how he’ll never forget the sound of their screams, how he could never get the blood off of his hands, and how he saw himself as, well.. a monster. It was no wonder he’d been crying.

“—And if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll rip your guts out and shove them into your brain through your eyes.”

He muttered under his breath, closing his eye as his grip around you tightened slightly.