Bill felt the shift in her, already he was disappointing her! He held her a little tighter, pressing his lips to her temple. He could tell by the fall in her voice that he had said the wrong thing. “No, Hestia, it’s not like that.” He said with a sigh, and struggled to find the words to say that adequately explained his position. He didn’t want to be away from her or the girls. He didn’t want to be on his own, honestly, being on his own made everything worse. But he couldn’t drag her through his own hell week.
“It’s just the moon. I’m not quite myself when its coming. I don’t even like to keep Victoire with me, not when I’m by myself. I get-- moody, I guess, is the best way to put it. Angry and mopey. It’s not a pretty sight. I know I’ll say or do the wrong thing.” He gave her a slight shrug, which was really just a movement of his shoulders as he was unwilling to take his arms from around her. “I’d be here, in this bed, every night if I could.”