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[death_glare]

William dropped down from his horse. It had been a long ride - from London straight down to the southern coast of England. But he'd barely stopped, only doing so when his horse refused to go further without rest and water. But each time, William did little more than tap his foot anxiously, trying to focus on anything but his thoughts of what happened the day before.

But now that he'd arrived, there was nothing else to distract him. The horse was forgotten as he walked towards where the English Channel extended out to what seemed like eternity. With the thick fog of the early morning, there was no telling just what was out there. William's breath was shaky as his gaze then drifted down. Beachy Head, a beautiful site for some, with the tall cliff towering over the shore line below. But for him, this day, it was his enemy - or perhaps his closes friend. Whichever the case, he was terrified.

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[death_glare]

[ He immediately looks back to her with a frown. ]

I am not nearly as stubborn as he is.

[untodeath]

[ He's moved far enough away that Grell can't quite make out his expression, but the way he turns so defensively, she can certainly imagine that he is!

The readhead's shoulder curl inward with a meek little grin. Hopefully, William isn't actually angry! ]

I suppose I'd have to take your word for it, but...

[death_glare]

But what?

[ She should be able to hear that huff well enough! ]

[untodeath]

Well, I simply can't decide whether I should be skeptical-- or impressed by the capacity of your father's stubbornness, could it outdo yours.

[ Her mouth twinges with amusement! ]

[death_glare]

[ Another sharp exhale through his nose. ]

Honestly, you've known me for a day. What have I even shown myself to be stubborn over?

[untodeath]

[ Her face softens just so. ]

I'm here, aren't I?

[death_glare]

That is a different matter, entirely.

[ He plucks Grell's glasses off the dresser and holds them out in front of her. A kind gesture despite his sudden grouchy mood. ]

[untodeath]

Is it?

[ Ah, but once her glasses are in view, her face lights up with a delighted breath! She reaches out to carefully pluck them from his hand. ]

You found them! Thank you!

[death_glare]

Yes. Stubborn implies that it is over something unimportant.

[untodeath]

[ With the glasses fixed upon her face, she's left with the clear vision of his face. Somehow, paired with his words, it flusters her far more! ]

A-ah...

[ Yep, she's blushing again. Why does this man make her do that so much? She glances away, tucking some hair behind her ear. ]

I don't think so. Nor is it always such a bad thing...

[death_glare]

It certainly doesn't have a positive connotation.

[ But her reaction plainly backs up her claims. He briefly finds himself charmed by that timidness reemerging and has to clear his throat to refocus himself. ]

[untodeath]

[ That has her attention once more, though her brows press plainly with confusion. Perhaps she's hit a sore spot. ]

Anything that dictates a strong will and sense of self is generally frowned upon, it seems... [ Frown. ] Socially acceptable behaviours are unrealistic and boring.

[death_glare]

Do I bore you, then?

[ He can only assume he falls in that category for her. ]

[untodeath]

[ That only leaves her tilting her head. ]

I'm saying that you do the opposite, actually.

[death_glare]

[ He seems to get a slightly confused look on. ]

I never would have thought myself to be all that interesting or exciting.

[untodeath]

[ A lopsided little smile plucks at her lips. ]

You try to hide it, but you've got a lot of heart. You're also so serious that it makes you fairly oblivious, I think... [ An amused breath. ] But you also are quite thoughtful in ways that one would never expect. You're interesting, William, trust me.

[death_glare]

[ The part about being oblivious seems to pull a look from him, but the rest is actually quite nice to hear. ]

You may be the only one who's told me as much.

[untodeath]

I'm sorry your loved ones have failed you in that way.

[ She shakes her head. ]

I'll remind you as often as you need.

[death_glare]

It would be nice to hear on occasion.

[ With a softened look, he drapes his clothes over an arm. ]

I'm going to wash up. Feel free to sleep more, if you need to.

[untodeath]

[ Nodding, there's warmth to her eyes as she smiles - and though she clearly considers his offer, she seems to regret the decision she has to make! In fact, she sighs. ]

No, I ought to get going, myself, if I'm to clear out my flat today...

[death_glare]

[ He gives a hum of understanding. ]

Bring whatever you need.

[ William heads back into the main room of the house, and stringing up the privacy curtain Grell'd used the night before, begins his routine. ]

[untodeath]

[ Considering that she had bathed the night before, she merely needs to get herself dressed - though once she takes a look in the mirror, she changes her opinion of that entirely. Horrifyingly, she needs a shave, and her hair, a brush! Creeping into the main room, her body hugs the doorway. ]

W-will...? I'm sorry to ask, but - ah - might I borrow a few things?

[death_glare]

[ William looks up from behind the curtain, his chest a bit soapy. ]

As far as what?

[untodeath]

A hairbrush, if I may...

[ She cups a hand along her chin. ]

And a-- a razor, perhaps...

[death_glare]

I have a comb in the bedroom, and the razor is in the cupboard by the sink.

[ He gives a nod in the right direction. ]