NEVER was bill good with people crying. he wasn’t even good with himself when he cries. which is why he'll unhealthily binge media to distract himself or the most common method--turn that melancholy into raw anger. gentleness wasn’t something that easily came to him. he never had to console his friends, because they not once expressed sorrow. whether they were like him--sad && neglected it, or they never felt depressed, it doesn’t make a difference. what mattered was that hes inexperienced && now he doesn’t know what to do.
there lingered some mild irritation from her weeping. not concerning his sodden shirt, he’s dealt with nastier spills. but, it was the noise that was grating to his ears && the helplessness. because of this irritation, he also felt shame for being annoyed. but sympathy is what bill felt the most. he’s had to deal with depression &&--no, wait, he doesn’t deal with it. this meant he knew precisely how bad it can be. although. he doesn’t know if she’s depressed, or what happened to cause this.
the awkward, hesitant pats on her back demonstrated how poor he was at comforting others. “h-hey... i’m not angry with you, okay? i’m not annoyed or anything like that. i know i can be that way... i can be a jerk sometimes, but i’m sorry. i love you && i want you to feel better. we can watch anything you want to, ponies, even fuckin’ avril lavigne music videos if you want to. i don’t mind. i’m here for you.”