Heather, stop-- ( he immediately interjects, desperate to jump in before she does what he fears she might: hang up on him. the thought of that is pretty unbearable, immediately stings him before it even happens, makes him ball up his fist into the worn fabric of his blanket.
maybe he's overreacting. maybe they're both overreacting. will's felt like he's taken steps since she left, once the actual reality of it set in. got his ass off the couch for the first time in a long time. reconnected with heather. finally, at long last, made an effort to have some kind of relationship with, take some responsibility for, their child. it's frustrated him that she hasn't really acknowledged his efforts, truthfully. yeah, she lets him watch simba, but it feels like it's just out of necessity sometimes.
maybe, though... maybe he's not acknowledging the steps that she's taken to ensure that the two of them aren't irreparably splintered. the thought is kind of unsettling, the idea of him being so oblivious (though, after his months-long spiral into a haze of altogether numbness, it probably shouldn't), but it kind of makes him hopeful, too. maybe this call was just another step for heather. )
You didn't bother me. I just -- fucked up. Please don't go. ( will's backed down considerably, sounds desperate as hell and somehow doesn't give a fuck. again, he repeats, smaller still: ) Please.
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maybe he's overreacting. maybe they're both overreacting. will's felt like he's taken steps since she left, once the actual reality of it set in. got his ass off the couch for the first time in a long time. reconnected with heather. finally, at long last, made an effort to have some kind of relationship with, take some responsibility for, their child. it's frustrated him that she hasn't really acknowledged his efforts, truthfully. yeah, she lets him watch simba, but it feels like it's just out of necessity sometimes.
maybe, though... maybe he's not acknowledging the steps that she's taken to ensure that the two of them aren't irreparably splintered. the thought is kind of unsettling, the idea of him being so oblivious (though, after his months-long spiral into a haze of altogether numbness, it probably shouldn't), but it kind of makes him hopeful, too. maybe this call was just another step for heather. )
You didn't bother me. I just -- fucked up. Please don't go. ( will's backed down considerably, sounds desperate as hell and somehow doesn't give a fuck. again, he repeats, smaller still: ) Please.
I just want to talk to you.