"Fred and you?" He repeated, his voice growing cold, no matter how much his mind told him not to let Bill push his buttons. Not to let his brother make him angry. He was supposed to be sympathetic, was he not? "Since when was Fred the only fucking one who lost a fucking brother?" That was harsh but that was how he had taken what Bill said. "I sat by your side every fucking day until you woke up. I waited. I waited for my big brother to wake up, because I couldn't fucking handle the idea of losing another, and when you did? What happened, Bill? You fucking remember?" He spat, his eyes narrowed and full of anger.
"Every fucking thing I did for you I did wrong. When the hell in our lives has that ever happened? When I didn't know how to help you?" He asked, his insecurities about the whole matter coming full straight and ahead. "I went away because Katie needed me too. I went away because I needed to figure out what the fucking was going wrong and why it was I felt like everything I have been trying to do for you has gone horribly wrong. I know you've lost Fleur, but you've been making me feel like you are trying to push me away, and I know you might not have meant it, but that's been how I've felt. So yeah, I fucking went away to help Katie. Because I at least still fucking now how to help her!"
His voice had cracked as well and he glanced away, trying to suppress his anger. He didn't want to yell at his brother and the fact that he wanted to cry every time he was around anymore was not helping, as he defiantly ignored the tears that were building up and blurring his vision. "YOU DIDN'T ACT LIKE YOU DID!" He shouted, his head snapping back now to look at him as he made his way towards Bill, dropping down in front of brother to stare him in the eye.
"There was never any fucking rule or promise saying I had to stay here, day and fucking night, by your side. I should not have been expected to. You never fucking asked me. If you'd have asked me Bill, I'd have been here every bloody second. But you have shut down on even me and I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to do," he repeated, his voice cracking once again, the anger subsiding as he bowed his head, his hand slipping up into his hair.