[ For once, William's comforted by having Grell turn up beside him. He doesn't move at the contact or push her off the armrest. He allows her to sit as close as she wishes - well, he may react harshly if she decides that seat is going to be his lap.
No, instead he's merely staring out ahead of them, absently swirling the gin and ice around his glass. He's barely even drank any of it. ]
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No, instead he's merely staring out ahead of them, absently swirling the gin and ice around his glass. He's barely even drank any of it. ]
You do realize why I take it so seriously, yes?