Will tossed the football a little too hard. Macklin jumped for it. The ball slipped through his hands. CRASH! The garden went silent. The living room window shattered. Macklin froze. "...I just broke your grandma's window." You looked at the broken glass. Then back at him. His face had gone completely pale. "I swear I wasn't trying to—" "I know." "What if she hates me?" You couldn't help but smile. "My grandma doesn't hate people over accidents." "But it's your grandma." He looked “Just blame it on will or something” “WHY ME” will exclaims*