Fred...or someone...maybe it had been Mum (needless to say it wasn't his best focusing day) had left just a little bit ago to take care of something. He thought it might be food related. He wasn't altogether sure. His focus had been in and out. Yesterday hadn't been much of a brilliant day. Spending most of it crying into his pillow had not been his favourite activity. He was trying to get it all out before Toire came over for the weekend. Maybe it would be good for them. Maybe it wouldn't. He wasn't sure.
At the moment, Bill was sitting on his couch, staring ahead at the wall without really seeing it. It was a minute before he registered that someone had spoken. He really should be getting better at this. The only word he really caught was 'sleeping' which didn't really make sense without context. "Sleeping?" His voice was distant as he turned to look for the owner of the voice. Once he noticed T standing there, Bill blinked a few times.
"T," he said, voice only vaguely less distant than it had been. "Hi." Frowning slightly, he mentally chided himself for not being good with words. "So-" But something told him it was silly to apologize. It was about that time that he noticed the box. "What's in the box?"