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<div align=center>William considered the offer, and nodded. "Please," he answered, smiling softly at the older man. "Thank you." He chirped, smiling warmly. He liked Gabriel, he liked him a lot. He made William feel safe, and William liked feeling safe, he felt as though Gabe could protect him and that was a factor that attracted him to the other boy a little. He stared at him, he was tall, well built. Bill liked the way he looked, he wanted to cling to him and not let go for a while. He still felt bad for passing out on him though, he hadn't meant to, it just... Happened. William realized a moment later he was still staring at Gabe, he hunched his shoulders and stared to his feet, blankly wondering where his shoes had gone.

He didn't have to look far, they were at the end of the bed. Bill wondered how someone as tall as Gabe was managed to sleep in a single bed, it can't have been that comfortable. William wasn't fond of single beds, he tended to take up an awful lot of room when he was sleeping, and he often sought out things to cuddle. At the moment it was a teddy given to him when he had been a small child, regardless of the fact he was seventeen. I'm not that far under the age limit," he wrinkled his nose up, "I'm not a kid, of course I've drunk alcohol."</div>

<div align=center>William took a second to remember, though he felt stupid when it took him a little while to answer. "Oh! Uh.. Be generous with both, I guess..." He nodded, glancing to the window again, he judged the time to be about four o'clock, perhaps five. He looked back at Gabe again, he felt a little awkward perched on the corner of the bed, the room was a little small to live in, he thought. There was only two beds in his own room, though, he still didn't know who his room mate was though. He was so nervous about it that he hadn't bothered to find out just yet.

Just you're really sweet. William squeaked lightly, blushed and hid his face again. He wasn't sure what Gabe had meant by that, but apparently it had embarrassed him. "Oh.. Well.. I... Um..." He bit his lip and glanced up at the other man briefly, "I wouldn't say that I just..." He squeaked again and let out a high, nervous giggle, clapping a hand over his mouth and frowning at the noise he had made. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, shaking his head and laughing again, moving his hand to the top of his head and pushing his hair from his face.</div>

<div align=center>William took the cup, thanking Gabe softly for it. He shuffled to the couch, and sat himself on it, folding his legs up underneath himself. The living room really wasn't that far away from the bed, everything seemed to be in the same room, he wondered how Gabe didn't feel claustrophobic in it, though Bill guessed there was only Gabe there, he wondered if the man got lonely. He took a sip from the mug, purring softly, it tasted good, and a feeling of warmth overcame his senses. He felt contented for once, though perhaps still just that little bit sleepy, he hadn't completely woken up just yet, his mind was still feeling a little slow.

Billy nearly spat his tea out when Gabriel spoke again, but instead arched his back awkwardly and swallowed hard, the dash of pink across his cheeks got a few shades deeper, and he hunched his shoulders. He wasn't sure if the man was teasing him or being flirtatious, and the thought made him feel a little confused. He began to stammer something out, but closed his mouth before he got to the beginning of his sentence and hurriedly took a short sip of his tea, it was too hot to drink in gulps at the moment.</div>

<div align=center>William didn't reply, instead merely took another sip of his tea and nodded. He shuffled away from Gabe, mumbling something softly and tensing up. He was getting strange vibes from the other boy he didn't really understand, and he felt incredibly uncomfortable all of a sudden, it was easy to see in the way he looked. "I don't like mess." He stated quietly, he desperately wanted to clean the place, but he felt as though that would be awfully rude, and generally it would be. He glanced to Gabe briefly, before quickly looking away and pretending he was interested in something else, though really all Bill wanted to do was stare at him, he didn't know why. Not in a bad way, but there was something about Gabe that made it difficult for Bill to take his eyes off him.

He scowled at the way Gabe spoke, and bristled a little. "I don't like being treated like a child." He told him, though there wasn't a trace of anger in his voice, it was eerily calm if anything. And William didn't like being treated like a child, because of the way he looked and behaved, people often spoke down to him, and it was one of the things that made him angry, though you wouldn't have guessed it.</div>

<div align=center>William set his tea down, pulled his knees to his chin and let out a long, low groan. He felt like he was being teased and it was making him upset. He frowned at Gabe, "stop it," he mumbled, his voice wavering a little, he shuffled a little further away and hunched his shoulders. He hated to feel mocked, or judged, he was self conscious enough as it was. He shook his head a little and his his face between his knees, hair flopping forward over his knees. He felt awkward now and rather wanted to leave. "I don't like being teased." He whimpered, voice muffled against the fabric of his jeans.

He was so used the being teased that he generally expected it, usually he was teased because of how quiet he was or because of the way he looked, and both of those things made him dislike himself a lot. He made a move to push himself up, "maybe I should go.." He mumbled, "I'm bothering you, it's okay I can find my own way out..." He shook his head, and struggled off the couch, shuffling round to look for his shoes, Gabe most likely hadn't been insulting him, but William didn't know that.</div>