IT WAS NO WONDER THEY HAD BONDED AS MUCH AS THEY HAD, how many people did you meet tell you that they had also been a witness to the death of their own mother? their major difference - at least his mom’s death had been her own fucked up choice. that didn’t mean that he didn’t have sympathy for sidney, he understood how DIFFICULT the first year afterwards could be, how much the nightmares kept you from sleeping ( or in his case still kept him from sleeping ) but he would try his BEST to help her through this, help her come out of the grief stronger than before.
“ i know, it was just a nightmare, i promise. you’re not there anymore, ”
yes, he probably shouldn’t be the one comforting her. that really should be her boyfriend’s job, but billy loomis didn’t have the experience he did, didn’t have the right way of going about comforting someone who had lost their mom in a violent way and not just because she decided to up and leave town. they were definitely not the same. he was careful, he didn’t want to overstep his friendship with sidney, but he had never been the best at being friends with anyone. sometimes lines got crossed and he never got pulled back or pushed away, he didn’t know what was too far with a friend or just right with a romantic interest. sometimes with sidney that line blurred so often for him. but it wasn’t right, she was in a relationship PLUS an emotional state from the murder of her mom. no more reading into anything.
moving his chair a little closer to the bed, a small smile on his lips as he held his out to her. a friendly gesture, he told himself over and over. of course, he had come straight over when she had called him in a panic from a nightmare and he had managed to calm her down, hopefully enough that she would be able to go back to sleep,
“ i know the dreams are horrible, but they will pass with time. you went through a trauma, you can’t expect to just wake up the next day and be absolutely fine. you’re recoverin’ from what you saw and grieving, it’s gonna be hard but you’re STRONGER than ya think you are, sid, ”
that was something he constantly felt she needed to be reminded of - THAT SHE WAS STRONG , stronger than all the media bullshit, stronger than all the pressure from her friends and boyfriend to return to the girl she was before, stronger than anyone could ever see. squeezing her hand softly, another small smile as blue eyes meet hers,
“ you really should try to get some sleep though. i can stay if you want me to . . . at least until you fall back asleep then i’ll leave, ”
nightmare // STATUS : ACCEPTING // @survivingbilly
