[ When William returns from his room, it's obvious Grell has decided to retire for the night. He toys with the idea of entering her room to continue their talk, and perhaps patch up a few things, but he feels he may just make it worse. He never was very good at this sort of thing.
So, it's not much longer before he slips under his covers, as well. There's quite a bit running though his mind, and it does little to help him sleep. From their awkward bath to the stress of the next day's gala, to other thoughts that had been dancing around his head for the past week. It's something he's set to pack away and think little more on. But he knows that won't do either of them any good.
Tomorrow. I will say something to her tomorrow. He speaks the decision to himself in a whisper, as if she would hear through the wall. ]
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So, it's not much longer before he slips under his covers, as well. There's quite a bit running though his mind, and it does little to help him sleep. From their awkward bath to the stress of the next day's gala, to other thoughts that had been dancing around his head for the past week. It's something he's set to pack away and think little more on. But he knows that won't do either of them any good.
Tomorrow. I will say something to her tomorrow. He speaks the decision to himself in a whisper, as if she would hear through the wall. ]