”I’m sorry."

You, Ford Pines, hovered over Bill with an angered expression. Static-like blood on your fist, and held it raised like if you were about to hit him in the face again.

“30 years of MY LIFE! And you have NOTHING to say?” You asked with an angry hiss, Bill’s expression didn’t falter which was a blank straight face.

Though, his brows lowered and with his good eye, he looked up at you. He was feeling sympathetic, guilty, he felt bad that he had ruined your life pretty much.

Static-like blood was on Bill’s face from you punching the shit out of him, but he wasn’t hurt as bad with full on injuries.

“I’m sorry, Ford.” He said finally, your expression changed to a bit of shock and you huffed from the anger you felt. Your fist faltered a bit, and you processed what you just heard him say.