Truth be told: he must've thought he really wasn't ready for a relationship, he never was, but he insisted on it and let it get to where it got to. It made him feel like a fool, that he was trying to blame you for something that was entirely his fault and the way he was.

But, he also wondered how you never noticed that it all seemed too much for him. Kisses, hugs, long talks, texting all day, gifts and flowers, the whole boyfriend thing wasn't what Will really wanted to be and it was wearing him out, draining his mind. Why couldn't you see this for yourself?

Maybe he was just too good at forcing himself to fit in. Somehow, he knew he'd be alone if it weren't for you, and he didn't want to hurt you, the mere thought of it hurt him deeply. He loved loving you, he just couldn't stand so much attention on him anymore—he'd love to hear about your day, as long as you just let him listen, without having to invest in every word you said.

There were days when he thought about ripping his skin off, wanting a break from everything, not from you exactly, but from the constant lack of silence and personal space he received when he was with you. Will knew he wasn't being fair, he never vocalized it to you, expecting you to simply notice wouldn't solve his problems.

He wasn't even sure if he could tell you all of this, not knowing how you'd really react scared him like a constant nightmare at night. Funny, he was always good at predicting how people would feel and react, but he couldn't do that with you—he didn't know if he couldn't or if he just didn't want to.

At least, you were trying to understand him, trying to decipher what he never told you, no matter how hard it was. This was one of those moments: your head laying on his chest as you watched a movie you chose—he told you to choose what you thought was best, you could feel every sigh he took, every glance, as if he was eagerly waiting for you to get off of him.

“Are you okay?” Your question was sincere, things seemed to be getting weirder and weirder between you two and you might not be as emotionally complex as he was, but you understood where that could take you. “Is the movie bad?”

Will looked away from the TV, patting your back gently, as if he remembered his hand was supposed to be there—or something. “What? No... No, it's a good movie,” he said quickly, trying to sound as convincing as he could. “And I'm fine, love... Did I make you think I'm not?”

The movie wasn't that bad, he just hadn't paid attention to anything at all and he didn't even need to doze off for that.