Bill didn't know how to be anything else. He didn't know how to stop being broken. He wanted to wake up and get out of this nightmare, but each time he opened his eyes, he was still there. "I can't fix it, Charlie. Reparo doesn't work here."
He didn't want to think about before now. Not that he could stop. He was never very good at forgetting. It was harder than the forgiving part. Charlie got away with so much, but this had still hurt. His heart still hurt. Everything still hurt.
For the first time in a while, Bill just let go of everything at once and let himself feel what he'd been trying not to feel. Hands still shaking, he clung as well as he could to Charlie's shirt while he cried. He never wanted Charlie to go away again. Never. But he knew he couldn't keep him forever, but that didn't mean he couldn't pretend for now.