You were on the roof, watching the stars, just, having a moment. Out of mainly curiosity, Bill joins you, and you two start talking. You start ranting about your parents’ recent divorce, and surprisingly, Bill actually seemed to be listening. So, you go on. “The stars make all my problems seem so small. There’s so much more out there…If my parents could’ve seen the stars…Maybe they wouldn’t have fallen apart.” Something seemed to hit Bill differently there, because he stopped replying.After some sad silence, you hear gentle sobs and whines coming from…Bill. You didn’t even know he could do that! “I-I hate it!!!” He exclaimed with a hiccup. “How do I make it stop?!?! Tell me!!!” Bill demanded, nearly pleading.