[ William doesn't pull away at the contact. Instead, he has to clamp his eyes shut, take a long, deep breath, and rub at them under his frames with his free hand. He takes the moment to compose himself, not nearly ready to show that much of himself to Grell. ]
Thank you, for not...
[ He trails off. "...saying something rude.", "...getting angry.", "...shouting." He figures Grell can fill in the rest, herself. ]
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Thank you, for not...
[ He trails off. "...saying something rude.", "...getting angry.", "...shouting." He figures Grell can fill in the rest, herself. ]
Just, thank you.