bill sat in the tub until the water turned a deathly cold and eddie finally convinced him to get out.
the two sat in robes on bill's bathroom floor, the quiet of the now empty house filling their ears.
"bill? do you want to talk about it?"
bill shifted so that he was leaning against his bathtub wall. there was no getting out of it, he couldn't just claim that he was fine, all of the losers had seen him screaming and writhing on the floor, absolutely gutted.
he wanted help. he just didn't know how to say it.
"i don't want to talk about it, but i think i have to." bill's voice was raspy from the crying and his face was still a little blotchy, but his headache was subsiding.
his heartache however, was not.
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