<div align=center>Mew was absolutely right. William was just a little wary around Gabriel from time to time, sometimes when he cuddled him he could feel static and it made the hair on his arms stand up. William didn't really mind though, he thought it was a small price to pay for his friend's affection. Nobody got seriously hurt, did they? Mew had asked, William giggled nervously, and ran a hand through his chestnut locks, they were wavy, unruly today, he'd washed it and hadn't dried it properly. "Well, uh... Seriously hurt.. I wouldn't..." He laughed again, clearing his throat and dropping a hand to the end of one sleeve.
He rolled them both up to his elbows, his arms were bound up in tight, white coloured bandages, hiding most of his skin, the rest was hidden beneath the rest of his sleeve, though the bandages didn't seem to go up that far. "He didn't mean to, uh.." The boy blushed a little, "we were um... Well I... It doesn't matter what we were doing.." He stammered, the colour on his cheeks darkening a little more. It had been an accident, William had assured Gabe it would heal just fine, but deep down he wasn't all that sure. He wasn't going to tell him if it scarred, anyway. He'd never forgive himself.</div>