Will: yeah..im starting to get flashbacks.....*makes the cake slower this time..making awkward small talk every now and again*
Will: its okay, honey bunny *he will prolly forver call you that* its oaky..people..people dont understand people like us..we..we're...we're special *his soft brown eyes are a shade of glowing haunting lavender now, and his hands are like claws* *he makes the cake faster now, not talking and with a scared look on his face*