Honestly, William didn't know what to do. By abhorring physical touch, Max had removed the best method of comfort that William had stored away in his arsenal. "Er, no need to be sorry," he responded softly, clearly at a loss for words. He ran his slender fingers through his burgundy hair, casting his green eyes to the ground as he spoke. "The painful things in life... They're never entirely your fault. I have bad memories too. That's why I've been so unstable." He caught himself too late and gave a nervous laugh, getting to his feet with an uncomfortable smile. Here was one person with whom he could have pretended that his issues didn't exist. Now he'd gone and blabbed about his weakness to Max too.
"Ah, Mila? Mila, come here." He looked towards the general area in which the wolfpup had sought the stick.


















