Beyond your comprehension

It was because he was shy. He was quiet and introverted and not in the least bit adventurous. For all these reasons, Will had to he his best friend. It was his duty to show Bill the wild side of krill. He had to release him from the boundaries Bill had set for himself. He tried. He really, honest to krill, tried. But in the end Bill was still Bill, and he was still his best friend.

And Will didn’t mind so much that he could be a krill joy.

That he chastised him relentlessly for doing something Bill dubbed as “stupid and dangerous beyond your comprehension.” He liked that Bill worried about him, fretted over him, took care of him when he had one too many glass of krale. They were alike only in species and in the amount of fondness they held for each other in their hearts.

And that was enough.