[ sometime in a reasonable hour in the morning - because william can be an early riser when he wants to be, but everyone deserves a lie in after that Mess of a trial.
and besides, he's still holding onto one of tenn's possessions.
so he'll knock on tenn's room door before heading downstairs, probably. ]
[ the door opens with a muted click, with tenn behind the door, and william greets him with a muted smile, making sure to close the door behind him after he steps across the threshold. tenn might notice that he's dressed a little differently today - none of his usual brown suit, and more in clothes that look like they're easier to move around in. ]
[ If anything, this will help him snap out of his terrible thoughts. He's a little distracted though, so the outfit change is just a little footnote rather than something he feels like mentioning. ]
...Sorry. I caused you a lot of trouble, back there.
Par for the course. I wouldn't worry too much about it.
I've dealt with worse.
[ it's fine, he understands about being distracted and also about that outburst from the day before.
that's perfectly normal, which is why it does get a knowing look and smile from william, and his hand goes to the pocket of his pants to take out a very familiar orb. ]
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and besides, he's still holding onto one of tenn's possessions.
so he'll knock on tenn's room door before heading downstairs, probably. ]
It's William. William James Moriarty.
[ ... a pause. ]
Is it a bad time?
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He looks...surprisingly well-rested, given everything. He was just that tired from the other day, looks like. ]
It's fine. You can come in.
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I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
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[ If anything, this will help him snap out of his terrible thoughts. He's a little distracted though, so the outfit change is just a little footnote rather than something he feels like mentioning. ]
...Sorry. I caused you a lot of trouble, back there.
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I've dealt with worse.
[ it's fine, he understands about being distracted and also about that outburst from the day before.
that's perfectly normal, which is why it does get a knowing look and smile from william, and his hand goes to the pocket of his pants to take out a very familiar orb. ]
... I believe this is yours.
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He takes the orb and awkwardly stuffs it back into his pocket. He looks very, very guilty as he does. ]
Thank you. For this, and for stopping me.
You were right. I would've regretted it if I followed through with it.