#(( william has two moods: blaming everyone except him for his actions. or excessive panic his loved ones will leave him BDKSHS ))

[slaughterlocked]

"Did you sleep here?" ( rosa )

HE’S EMBARRASSINGLY CRUSTY - EYED AND BLEARY THANKS TO HIS RESTLESS NIGHT. Grunting an affirmative, back aches from a position on the floor he’s really too old nowadays to keep doing. William hauls himself upright, awkward legs uncurling and hands braced against the floor to push him to his feet. “Rosa.” He says. Rasps, rather. His throat is dry, gravelly. “Yes. I—”

Does he look pathetic, sleeping on the floor next to his wife after storming out during a fight? Perhaps. Undoubtedly. But he’s stricken all at once with a sense of panic, a sudden fear that she’s going to leave him. This could be it. So he spreads his hands very quickly, universal symbol of peace, scrambling upright, and narrowly avoiding knocking himself out on their bedside table as he stands. Head thuds, chest tight. “I’m sorry.” William isn’t even entirely certain what he’s apologizing for. Normally he’s too proud to even consider a rushed apology: but something about seeing her face, sleeping right under her; it’s made him feel three feet tall. A bug under a microscope.

“ I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, Rosa. I’m— sorry. ”