Wilson
He was a scientist, he created things. It was kind of expected with little to no appreciation for what he made needed. Most of the time he didn't mind this dynamic, but when people were unfair about it... It got to him. Like when he tried to build a portal back. Everyone had high expectation. Everyone was starry-eyed and excited. Until he flipped the switch and.... Nothing happened. The mutual look of disappointment was staggering. This isn't what stung him though, it was the words that were said.
"Wolfgang thought egghead could build anything..."
"Another invention that would have been better off as firewood,"
"Wilson usually has as many brains as this warrior has brawn.... But this was a flop by Valhalla!"
This and more left the mouths of his fellow survivors. It hurt like hell to him, although the only thing that he showed to the others was a throat clear and a sheepish apology. When he was alone, or rather thought he was alone, he let it out with a silent cry.
You were in that neck of the woods since you were getting more logs to replace the ones that his portal used. You saw him holding his face in his hands while his body shook with his sobbing. Wilson jumped when you sat down beside him.
He wiped tears from his eyes like he could hide it, "Hey (name)..."
"Hey.... What's going on?" You asked, concern crossing your face.
"Nothing," He answered.
"Bullshit," You said.
You both were quiet for a second while you had a staring contest. The one to lose this time sure wasn't going to be you, you were going to make sure of that. Wilson finally looked down and sighed. He gave up trying to keep it from you.
"Remember that portal back I said that I was going to make?"
You subconsciously tugged your backpack full of wood closer, "Yeah,"
"Well... It didn't work... And. Well.... I failed everyone," He hung his head then began the silent crying you saw him doing again.
You frowned, you couldn't think of anything to say so you hugged him. He cried into your shoulder at that point, you allowed him to.
Willow
She lit loads of fires, I know no shit right? Usually, this was okay with everyone as long as it was far away from base.... Yeah... Well, this time she didn't light it far from the base. It wasn't her fault! Sometimes the stress from the shadows caused her to light things randomly when they freaked her out. Only when it was so bad that she didn't know where she was though! It caused a chest filled with poultices to go up in flames.
Maxwell and Wilson got really angry at her. Called her crazy and told her that she ruins everything. She blinked at them then turned and left. It would make it seem to most people that she just did not give a single shit about it. What was actually happening though was that she was holding it in until she got in her tent.
You were trying to casually just sit at the firepit and stay out of things. When you heard a sob from her tent you couldn't stay out of it though. Knowing that she probably needed you to help her by at least listening to her side of things. You walked up to her tent and tried to get her attention by clearing your throat obnoxiously loud. When that got no response you just decided to say something.
"Willow," You called into her tent.
Things went oddly silent for a second in there.
"Are you okay?" You asked then pushed her tent flap open.
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