You were laying on the bed, comforting Vil after his overblot, he was resting his head on your chest as you caressed his hair gently, letting your nails scratch softly against his scalp

he felt a tinge of guilt by what had happened, he had hurt not only his closest friends but you too

"Everything is going to be fine, Vil"

"You don't think I'm a monster, do you?''

Vil asked softly, his voice slightly above a whisper. He always had a soft spot for you