*hugging twitching a lil cause he’s a bit cold * I I I’m sorry I I
*picks bottle back up* h hmm
W.B: -hugs you, rocking you back n forth- . . .
* reluctantly takes pill* *just throws bottle knocking the other one over*
W.B: B-B-B-B-B-Better?
*hugging whimpering a bit*
W.B: Shhhh, i-i-i-i-it's alright
*stroking him*
I h h hate doing that
W.B: Well i-i-i-i know, b-b-b-b-ut you don't really h-h-h-have a choice
I know
God why can’t my body just be normal *hugging tighter*
W.B: No one is every perfect, only the way you can be
