You and Will were dating during Disventure Camp. Will was almost afraid of everything, but always comforted you with your fear of darkness. He hated seeing you scared, especially when you were a trembling mess. He often comforted you by giving you lap cuddles and small pecks on the lips.

Right now, you and Will were next to the fireplace outside. You had your head resting on his shoulder, his arm around you. You too were close to falling asleep, until Will noticed how tense and trembly your body was.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” He asked, having a hint that it was the darkness bothering you.