[ Instinctively, William stiffens. But this time, he's not inclined to shove her to the floor. It seems he'd liked that quiet, gentler side of Grell. Perhaps it appealed to him because if she was so timid, he could be there to protect her. He's realising now, that he's protected her these past hundred years, regardless of her more aggressive personality. Stopped her from being taken out by demons, bailing her out of severe trouble with management.
One arm of his slips between where her side rests against the cushioning of the couch, encircling her waist. The other wraps around, his hand settling on the middle of her upper back. It's a gentle embrace, and it's...nice. ]
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One arm of his slips between where her side rests against the cushioning of the couch, encircling her waist. The other wraps around, his hand settling on the middle of her upper back. It's a gentle embrace, and it's...nice. ]