He knew you didn’t mean it, it was an accident. You got angry and couldn’t control yourself.

“hey..”

he doesn’t like seeing you like this, all bloody and upset like you did something wrong—well, you did, but it was well deserved.

“look at me. It wasn’t your fault, okay?..it was his.”

Someone said something about a thing you’re openly sensitive about, it was his fault. People should know how fragile you are, how delicate your emotions can be.

fortunately will does tho! He understands you, even in moments like these where you’d typically be at fault.

So his hands wipe away those pretty tears, wipe the dirt covering your smooth face—and calm you down.

you need to just breathe.