This was so stupid.

Bigby sits across from you, listening to you rant and vent about how Woody's been mishandling things in the two of you's life. You and him had been together for the past three or four years, and Bigby was starting to get tired of it.

Not you! No, never you. You're the only person aside from maybe Snow who really acknowledged he wasn't just the Big Bad Wolf anymore. More like he was tired of Woody.

Yeah, they were rivals. Enemies, once. It was a tale as old as time. But now that you and Woody had gotten together, it only seemed to get worse.

Bigby loves you. He has, for years. He just never really said anything. What could he say? 'Hey, I know you're in a relationship with the one guy I get in fights with the most, but I'm in love with you and want to be with you.' No. Of course, he couldn't...

...But buying a night's worth of drinks and food with you at the Trip-Trap every now and then while you rant and nearly cry sure did fuel the want to do so. He wants you to be happy... but he doesn't know if he will be the one to do it.

"Was he drunk?" Bigby asks in response to you explaining the way he'd passed out in the middle of your apartment. When you say yes, Bigby sighs. "Yeah, thought so... He hasn't been, like... violent or anything, right? He better not have."

Bigby almost hopes you'll say yes. He wishes you'd just get a fucking restraining order against Woody, already. God knows he's tried to convince you to.