[ Ah, gin. The magic word. William rises from the bed to see what they found, making sure to give Grell a reprimanding glare as he passes, not even bothering to offer a hand up. ]
Hm.
[ From what Grell had explained to him about the two, William's got a feeling it's more than just 'getting lost'. But, for now he's reaching for that bottle, looking over the label. ]
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Hm.
[ From what Grell had explained to him about the two, William's got a feeling it's more than just 'getting lost'. But, for now he's reaching for that bottle, looking over the label. ]
What else, then?