And I can feel the warning signs

<div align=center>William made a little pfft sound, "they're not scary." He answered, sounding a little more confident than he really felt about it. Of course, to someone that wasn't William, neither of those movies would have been scary at all, since neither of them had neither been that frightening. William, however, was frightened of the witch in Snow White, and who could blame him? She was terrifying. Gabe was worried that they'd end up keeping him awake, and he didn't want that, but he didn't really want to watch a Christmas movie, either, it was still too early, Bill wasn't feeling all that festive yet, maybe he needed to put a tree up in his dorm, a little one perhaps, he was too poor for a big one. "Why don't you have a tree?" He asked, softly. In fact, he didn't really see any form of decoration in Gabe's room, the boy scrambled up and shuffled to the window. "What is this?" He asked, wrapping his hand around the base of what, to him looked like a strange sort of candle. "I thought you didn't have any candles?" He asked, frowning. Bill could count seven candles on it, it was a golden sort of colour.

He tilted his head at Gabe, frowning at the item and trying to work out what it was. He placed it back onto the windowsill, it suddenly struck William that maybe Gabriel didn't celebrate Christmas at all, how strange. He thought to himself, not even a Christmas tree? He was more or less closed off to other cultures, he'd never really known much about any of them, he'd never been taught.</div>

<div align=center>William tilted his head to one side, and apologized softly, though he hadn't hurt the Menorah, it was still alright. I'm Jewish. He blinked, Gabe didn't seem like the religious type, but he supposed you couldn't really judge someone by the way they looked. He hadn't got a Christmas tree yet, but poor Bill was just well, that, poor. "Can we put a tree up?" He asked, frowning a little, Gabe didn't have to celebrate Christmas, William just wanted to have a tree. A tree in his own room would most likely be knocked over by Micheal, but he supposed a small one would be alright.

He frowned a little, shuffled away and sat on the corner of the bed, hunching his shoulders. He wasn't going to break it, he was good at being careful with things, at least, he thought he was. Gabe was the one that broke things, not him. He sighed, "let's just watch a Christmas movie, then." He muttered, falling backwards onto the bed and scowling to himself, "I don't mind." He cleared his throat and shifted a little, bending his knees up and yawning, it was late for him, he was just a little sleepy. "Do whatever."</div>

<div align=center>William shrugged, and nodded a little, it was fair enough, though Christmas trees weren't really a religious sort of thing, William thought that they were a German tradition. Either German or Pagan, he didn't really remember. "Alright." He mumbled softly, a slightly disappointed tone in his voice, he'd go to town and buy a little one in a pot, he could put it on the dresser in his dorm room, that'd be alright, he could decorate it with little bits of tinsel and baubles. He wondered what went on at Christmas here, he had been used to being with his family, it felt strange to him to be away from them for Christmas, since they didn't really want him back...

William shook his head, "don't want to." He returned, yawning softly and sitting up, his eyes drifted over to the door for a moment, then back to the TV, it was turned off, nothing had been bothered with yet. "I'll only fall asleep anyway." He muttered, sighing lightly and running a hand through his hair, he was a tad irritated how Gabe had decided that he'd definitely he scared of them, he wasn't that much of a wuss, they weren't even rated R.</div>

<div align=center>William sighed softly and shook his head, "no." He answered, he wasn't going home, as much as he would have liked to. He missed his family, regardless of how badly things tended to go with them, he hadn't even had a phone call since he'd been here, the thought made him scowl a little, he really didn't want to talk about family anymore, it made him feel strange, and the emotion was portrayed upon his features, somewhere between mild anger and upset. His eyes flickered over to Gabriel, his brow furrowed, "I don't want to talk about this anymore." His tone came out far harsher than he'd intended it to.

Wanna do something to wake you up then? The boy shrugged, he didn't really feel like it now, he had perhaps earlier, but passing conversation had put a downer on things, he maybe would have liked to go and sit alone for a little while. "No, thank you." He finally answered, his face picking up a slightly bored look, though only to hide his evident upset. He lifted an eyebrow, his lips forming a slight pout, "thanks for the offer, I guess?" He muttered, he wasn't all that sure he was thankful for the offer, since it had made things awkward, but he supposed Gabriel's intentions were only supposed to please him, he supposed.</div>

<div align=center>William shrugged, "doubt it," he answered curtly, "I'll probably sleep through it." 'Probably' most likely meant 'I will try to.' That perhaps wasn't the best idea Gabriel had ever had, William didn't much like surprises and he certainly would never ever eat dinner, he seldom ate breakfast let alone a full meal, he didn't really have any money for presents either, therefore the day most likely would have left him feeling guilty and upset. He most likely wouldn't have thanked Gabe for it. I'll actually be celebrating Christmas this year for a change in that case. He'd changed his tune quickly, William's brow furrowed, "don't bother." He glanced to him briefly, "it isn't really that exciting." He didn't really feel like being in here anymore. He'd not been planning to do anything on Christmas, anyhow, he'd grown used to that idea.

Realistically he could have gone home for Christmas, though not to his own house, he still had friends back at home, friends he missed. There was at least one who'd gladly take him into his house over Christmas, Bill liked that thought, it would have been nice to go back to Chicago, if only for a short while. At least then he'd be able to avoid Gabriel's constant efforts of trying to make him feel better, not that he didn't appreciate those, they were just... Likely to make things worse.</div>