Bill was admittedly upset with his brother at the moment. He was the most important person to him, and he left. He just...left. Anger was the most prominent emotion that he felt when it related to most of everything. It was part of the reason why he felt to helpless around Toire. His temper...Well, he couldn't say he had much of a hold on it these days, nor was he trying to have a hold on it.
The sound of Charlie's voice made him tense, which only made his hands shake more. He was silently glad the ink and his quill weren't in his hands anymore. "Living room," he said as evenly as he could manage, forcing himself to relax back into the couch. He didn't want to be unhappy with Charlie, but it almost felt inevitable.