bill williamson was attracted to you. there was no denying it – everyone knew. although, displaying his love in any sense..? it wasn't exactly his strong subject.

however, for you? he was always willing to try.

you woke up, the sun blinding through the camp. by the flaps of your tent, flowers lay. they were poorly picked, but they were pretty. you looked towards bill, who instantly scurried off to work around the camp.

it was the thought that counts, right?