If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty-Three

Chapter 63

Bob and Caitlyn arrived back at their house. By that time, the sun had set, and it had become dark. Bob wasn't sure if she'd noticed in the dark, but he hadn't stopped crying. Or at least, his tears hadn't stopped falling. He'd had to wipe his blurry vision infinite times, constantly sniffing and wiping. To be honest, she may not had seen, but Bob reckoned that she probably heard him.

Bob turned the engine off as he parked in the drive-way. Caitlyn glanced over at Bob, waiting for him to say something. Bob, however, didn't say a word. He stared down at the dark that consumed his view of his feet and the gears. The darkness was smothering, but at least it could hide him from Caitlyn's gaze...somewhat. He couldn't bring himself to look at her; no matter what she said, he'd spolit the festive, cheerful atmosphere of Christmas. Why didn't he just drop the present off on the way home from work? Why did he have to wait until there would be no way he'd be able to go alone? Why did he even go in the first place?!

"Bob?" Caitlyn's voice came from the opposite side of the car.

"Hmm?" Bob replied, raising his gaze from the dark of the floor.

"Do you want to go inside?"

"I...I don't think so," Bob mumbled.

"Oh...Why not?"

"I don't know. I - I don't know..." he sighed.

Caitlyn leaned over and put her hand on Bob's knee.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Bob sniffed and looked at her hand on his knee.

"Maybe?" he said.

"I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do, Bob, and if you need some time alone, just say so. But if not, I'm going to go inside, because it's kinda cold in the car," Caitlyn whispered. She gave him a kiss and then went inside.

Bob watched Caitlyn go inside, and groaned, hanging in head.

"Ow," Bob moaned, resting his head in his hands, "Why now?"

"Oh, screw this," Bob got out of the car and went inside the house, locking the car door behind him.

"Caitlyn, darling?" Bob called.

"Bob?" Caitlyn's voice called back from the kitchen.

"I decided that I did want to come in," Bob replied.

"I'm glad," Caitlyn said, smiling kindly, "Come here, Bob."

Bob walked into the kitchen, a tired smile on his face, tear-stains streaking his cheeks.

"Yes, my sweet, darling Caitlyn?" Bob chuckled.

"Sit down. I want to talk to you," she answered, smiling warmly back.

"What's wrong?" Bob asked, concerned.

"Much to my surprise, I kept my promise. I didn't get upset. But you, Bob, were in pieces," Caitlyn sighed sadly.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, darling," Bob replied, his expression becoming even more tired.

"No, Bob. You've no need to be sorry! You are allowed to have feelings, and you are allowed to express them. I love you, and I want to be there for you. You know what, this is a conversation that would be better if we were more comfortable. Follow me upstairs."

"Okay," Bob sighed. 

The two left the kitchen and went up to their bedroom. They sat on the bed together, and Caitlyn turned the bedside lamp on.