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William T. Spears ([personal profile] death_glare) wrote in [community profile] thedispatch 2020-03-01 07:44 am (UTC)

[ William gives a short sigh as he watches her exit the bar to head for her room. For once, he really wishes he weren't so unattached from deeper emotions. Refocusing on his plate, he finishes up til there's nothing left, apparently quite hungry after those few hours of restless sleep.

The first hour of time spent in his room is just the same - rolling from side to side, trying to find a comfortable position that he may forget all the thoughts of the past two days for a few hours. Another passes with him seated by the drawn curtains of the room, attempting to figure out just what their plan should be next. But there isn't much more to contemplate other than reaching the shore and boarding a ferry across. With a huff of frustration, William finally decides there's only one other thing he can do.

The door creaks rather loudly as he opens it and William curses at is under his breath. Then it seems each worn board of the floor must echo the sound. When he finally reaches the door to what he's fairly certain is the one Grell's taken up, he pauses, glancing down both ends of the hall to make sure no one's peeked out to see what all the creaking is. There's the quietest tap at her door. ]

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