[ Rather than hug Grell, William's mother takes both her outstretched hands in hers, pulling them to her chest. Then, leaning in, she places a soft kiss against her cheek. 'Thank you.' Is spoken quietly against her ear before she pulls back to look over Grell's features. There's a gentle caress of her cheek after, followed by a caring smile. ]

If my straight laced, stubborn son is willing to accept you for who you are, then I can only trust his judgement.

[ At his mother's description of him, William can't help but frown. ]