[ Usually a light sleeper, William must have been just as exhausted from the days events as Grell. Thank goodness Grell's meeting is later in the day as he's already slept far longer than he'd intended to.
Finally his eyes blink him awake. He ponders the ceiling above him a moment before the dullest back ache registers with his mind. He grimaces, thinking how much more it would hurt had he still been a reaper.
A shower sounds wonderful right now, and perhaps he can sneak one in before Grell wakes. But when he goes to move, his hand lands upon Grell's head instead of the couch cushion. Obviously not expecting that, he slips, musing up her hair even more and it gets pushed into her face. ]
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Finally his eyes blink him awake. He ponders the ceiling above him a moment before the dullest back ache registers with his mind. He grimaces, thinking how much more it would hurt had he still been a reaper.
A shower sounds wonderful right now, and perhaps he can sneak one in before Grell wakes. But when he goes to move, his hand lands upon Grell's head instead of the couch cushion. Obviously not expecting that, he slips, musing up her hair even more and it gets pushed into her face. ]