[ William had spent so long depressed, blaming himself for everything that had happened. He never hid his disgust for demons, but the idea of taking out the very source of all his misery may very well have never came to mind. Whether it was the work or depression is unclear, but with both behind him, he's feeling that desire for vengeance bubbling up inside him. And every one of Grell's words fuels it. ]
I love you.
[ Spoken forcefully but perhaps with more sincerity than when he'd first uttered it. He follows it up with a hard, passionate kiss, his hands releasing her, only to do away with her slacks. They're undone and pulled down just enough to expose her to the cold evening's air. ]
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I love you.
[ Spoken forcefully but perhaps with more sincerity than when he'd first uttered it. He follows it up with a hard, passionate kiss, his hands releasing her, only to do away with her slacks. They're undone and pulled down just enough to expose her to the cold evening's air. ]