<div align=center>"Oh for crying out loud just shut up." William raised both hands, exasperated. He wondered why Micheal had made such a big deal out of that situation, it hadn't been Gabe's fault. It had never been Gabe's fault. William had told Micheal that despite how often he blamed Gabe for it. It wasn't like anything serious had happened either, he'd more or less completely forgotten about it. It hadn't been a significant event for him. People made mistakes. It had happened, and William really didn't care. "And I wish you'd just open your God damn mouth and talk to me!" He snapped, though that was more because he was just a little worried that he'd end up doing something he would regret. He hadn't taken Micheal to be like this, "Gabriel hasn't even done anything wrong. You could have just done what you're best at, y'know." He said with a shrug, "I liked you better when you were mute." He snarled, he drew himself away from Micheal's mind, fixing himself to Gabe's instead, that might have been dangerous, but right now William would probably have tried harder to stop himself from hurting Gabe than he would Micheal. There was something incredibly comforting about feeling the Latino's presence, though there was a thunderstorm going on in his head right now, which only fired William up even more.
No one ever cared to scream enough. William laughed, and shrugged. "Yeah, you're right, no one ever did care about you." That might have been a low blow, and nasty besides, but William was more or less blinded by sheer anger, and his empathy didn't help either, he was experiencing everyone else's anger as well. Kid. He didn't like being called that. It made him feel young and stupid. Bill was young, but he certainly wasn't stupid. I'm the smartest person in this room. He told himself blankly. "You're an idiot. I'm done with you." He told him, whirling around on his heel and heading toward the door. He pulled it open, only to come face to face with Gabe. He held the boy's gaze for a moment, before frowning softly, and sticking out a hand to take. I'm bored of talking to him now. He doesn't seem to understand a word I'm saying. He lifted an eyebrow.
William arched his back just a little as his hand came into contact with Gabe's, a jolt of static had buzzed through him and had made the hairs on his arms stand up. He didn't react to it though, if it had hurt it didn't show. He glanced round, tilted his head at Micheal and smiled brightly. "I hate you." He chirped, "I really do hate you."</div>
No one ever cared to scream enough. William laughed, and shrugged. "Yeah, you're right, no one ever did care about you." That might have been a low blow, and nasty besides, but William was more or less blinded by sheer anger, and his empathy didn't help either, he was experiencing everyone else's anger as well. Kid. He didn't like being called that. It made him feel young and stupid. Bill was young, but he certainly wasn't stupid. I'm the smartest person in this room. He told himself blankly. "You're an idiot. I'm done with you." He told him, whirling around on his heel and heading toward the door. He pulled it open, only to come face to face with Gabe. He held the boy's gaze for a moment, before frowning softly, and sticking out a hand to take. I'm bored of talking to him now. He doesn't seem to understand a word I'm saying. He lifted an eyebrow.
William arched his back just a little as his hand came into contact with Gabe's, a jolt of static had buzzed through him and had made the hairs on his arms stand up. He didn't react to it though, if it had hurt it didn't show. He glanced round, tilted his head at Micheal and smiled brightly. "I hate you." He chirped, "I really do hate you."</div>
