I Just Wish They Were Happy (Ongoing Oneshots)

Chapter 3

Hello i like to think that clara is a performer because um?? Yes????

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William had been in his workroom for hours, and Clara was starting to get worried.

Their floor plan was very wide and open, and currently she was sat their dining area, writing notes on the song she was learning. She was nearby to the shut door of William's private workroom, and she could hear the frustrated tapping of his pencil.

She didn't go into that room often. She could at any time, but those robo-skeletons creeped her out. She shook her head and stood, making her way to the door.

She knocked. "William, love, I'm coming in." She opened the door. He didn't look up from the desk, as though he didn't hear her. She got a good look at his state.

His left hand had a tight grip on his hair and scalp, balled up so tight his knuckles were white. His right gripped his pencil, grasped as a kindergartener would, his fist around it like a weapon. His posture was horrendous. If not for her worry about his mental state, she'd scold him for leaning over his work like that.

She gently laid her hands on his tense shoulders, "Wil? Are you alright?" He relaxed into her touch, "Oh, hello love. I'm quite well.. it's just this project is giving me a rough time, is all."

She loosely draped over him to see the blueprints. "How so?" She asked.

"Well, it's the shoulders that are troubling me. They're too bulky and loud, but they have to be strong enough to support the arm mechanics.." he explained, the lengthy monologue soothing him without his notice.

Clare only smiled and listened. "Well dear, your work day should have ended a half-hour ago," she said, looking at her watch. "I was caught up as well, I suppose." She chuckles.

"Oh, thank you. You're a doll," he cooed, leaning up and peaking her cheek. Clara hums. "You need to unwind, love. A hot bath would do you wonders."

William stood from his chair. "Oh, Clara, dear. Before I do, won't you play me the song you've been working on?" He asks, pressing himself to her, lovingly. "I've heard your wonderful voice through the wall, it sounds lovely."

She leans down and presses her forehead to his. "Surely. Just for you." She looks into his eyes. She leaned back again, "But after-!" "I will relax, love. Your singing soothes me more than anything in this world."

She rolled her eyes at his hopeless romantics. She thinks for a moment. "Do you think you could sight read the sheet music on the piano? I'd hate to do it a capella."

"Of course, darling. I would do nothing less."

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Im cryin bro they r so cute i-