thedispatch | Forgiven

[ With a huff, she turns on heel to head for her room-- not swooning over his icy stares, for once! But, for the first time, she's really depending on his affections. Perhaps he's spoiled her already! ]

[ Both surprised and impressed that she didn't insist, William takes his own place on the couch. He has a bit of trouble falling asleep, as it is a rather uncomfortable 'bed', but eventually drifts off - after quite a few pillow adjustments, that is. ]

[ Grell finds herself staring at the ceiling for no more than an hour before anxiety keeps her from staying still any longer. There's the overwhelming sensation that William might not be there by longer, once she goes to check in on him - that it may have been a long fever dream, or bout of insanity.

Thankfully, that isn't the case. He's still up and moving by then, beating at his pillow.

Still, the paranoia keeps creeping back into her mind. So she keeps on poking her head back into the living room, until he's finally fallen asleep.

Staying in his company proves to be much more comfortable for her, the redhead finds, ince settling onto the floor at his makeshift bedside. She sits against the couch, simply lost to her thoughts as she takes in the sight of his features. Without quite realizing it, she drifts into slumber, cheek against the cushion at his side. ]

[ 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. ]

[ A soft sound comes from the redhead, jarred awake by the peculiar touch. She's confused, as she doesn't remember falling asleep. Even more so, that her hair is entirely covering her eyes!

With a sleepy sigh, she pushes away her bangs, gaze setting on William's with a bleary blink. ]

What are you doing on the floor?

[ Now paying more attention to where he's pushing, he sits up, frowning down at her. ]

Were you sitting there all night?

[ With some sense coming back to her, Grell's cheeks take on a bit of color!! She looks away, a hand slipping under her glasses to rub at an eye. ]

Not all night...

[ But when she attempts to sit herself upright, her stiff back and shoulders cause her to wince! Busted. ]

[ William just shakes his head, getting up from the couch.
He's fairly certain he knows why she's there, but keeps that to himself, for now. ]

That isn't going to help your wounds.

[ Because of which, he hooks his arms under hers and hoists her up, with decidedly less force than usual. ]

[ With a sound of surprise, she reflexively holds onto his wrists! Not quite ready to be awake just yet, she tiredly teeters on her feet some. ]

I've subjected myself to worse. [ A yawn interrupts her muttering, as she leans forward to rest the top of her head against his shoulder. ]

That doesn't justify it.

[ He rights her again, making sure she won't fall over before he walks away. ]

I'm using the shower first. If you could put some coffee on.

[ Grell huffs with the most irritated pout, as she's forced upright once more. ]

Yes, fine, alright. [ Ruffling her hands through her hair, she patters her way into the kitchen. ] Use whatever suits you.

[ It's not too long of a shower. Though it lasts a bit more than it would have if William wasn't sifting though multiple bottles to find something to wash his hair and body with. By the time he reenters the kitchen, he's got quite the floral scent to him. He doesn't look particularly pleased with that as it's drowning out the fragrance of the coffee. ]

You have far too many options in there.

[ Grell has already set herself up with a mug of coffee, stirring it noisily whilst half-asleep. The other's voice barely snaps her out of it. ]

That's the opposite of a problem, darling. [ Dismissively, she gestures for him to help himself. She's left out a mug and sugar for him, at the least. ]

[ As he makes to prep his own coffee, he can't help but wonder if she's more peeved about his cold treatment this morning or that her meeting is inching closer. A mixture of both he figures. He takes a seat across from her at the table. ]

We will get something quick for lunch and then head over. I'm not certain how long this meeting will go.

[ Grell is a bit cranky, but not because of William. She aches and is rather embarrassed about being caught this morning-- plus, yes, her stomach is in knots over how the meeting may go. How deeply in trouble she is. If William will absolutely stay true to his word.

She also hasn't finished her first cup of coffee. ]

Mn, a last meal of sorts?

If I hadn't returned and they'd caught you, then yes, it would be. How fortunate for you that that isn't the case.

[ Sipping at his sweetened coffee has a calmness return to his features. He even closes his eyes, humming softly to himself. ]

Were you aware that there is no coffee in heaven? I certainly wasn't.

[ He's right - and it isn't that she doesn't want to trust him; she simply doesn't believe that he could ever value her this much. Leaving forever made much more sense.

She leans over the table a bit more, just to be closer. ]

The more I hear of it, the more dreadful it seems. [ She reaches out to hold William's wrist reassuringly. ] You'll never be short on coffee while you're with me, I'll see to that.

[ A bit of playfulness to lighten up her otherwise shitty attitude with him so far! ]

Alcohol and cigarettes as well, I hope.

[ Could sound playful back, 'cept that he's dead serious. ]

We may need to do some grocery shopping. You don't have much here.

[ There were a few things left in the fridge since she'd left, but he wasn't willing to see if they were still good. ]

[ It's because he's so serious that makes it so amusing. William earns a snerk, followed by that crooked smile. ]

For you, anything. [ Though, she soon looks less than excited about the idea of grocery shopping. ] Perhaps you should know that I don't typically keep much groceries, though. As you might remember, I'm not much of a cook.

I will be here for awhile, unsurprisingly, so I don't mind cooking for us. You can be in charge of coffee and tea, since he haven't seemed to burn the complex down doing so.

[ And it's actually really good coffee, too. ]

[ Oh. Suddenly, Grell's entire demeanour lightens, eyes near sparkling! ]

You'll... cook for the both of us...?

[ Her hands touch her rosy cheeks. ]

Will, that's-- so sweet.

I'm not so cruel as to cook for myself and leave you hungry. Unless, of course, you give me reason to.

[ He ignores her crooning and goes back to sipping his coffee. ]

[ She bats her eyes. ]

Don't be silly, I'll be as nice as you'll allow me~

Don't blame me for your poor behavior.

[ He looks almost insulted! ]

[ Hands curling away from her face, she gives him a humoured, but pointed look! ]

That's not what I meant.

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