Will you dance to this beat?

<div align=center>'Maybe if you'd learn to spell I'd hurry up x.' The boy typed back, shaking his head a little, and pushing his cell phone back into his pocket. He was later than he said he'd be, he'd been helping someone find their way to their dorm, he'd felt bad for them, remembering how lost he'd been when he'd first arrived here, he still got lost more than frequently, but at least now he could find his way around using what he knew as 'landmarks.' He didn't completely know his way to the music room, he'd only been in there once or twice, and had left his guitar in his bedroom, he was unlikely to play for anyone for a little while, he wasn't all that confident in his skills as a musician.

He was only around five or six minutes late in the end and he apologized for it, though didn't explain the situation, he didn't feel a need to. He'd gone back to his dorm before anyway, only to take his coat off and put on a patchwork sweater that perhaps looked around as old as he was. It was warm and soft, he didn't really recall where it had come from, but he'd had it for a long time, Bill had really had most of his clothes for a long time, he never really had any money to buy more, so tended to wear the same things day in day out. "Hi."</div>

<div align=center>Bill frowned a little, "I was elsewhere." He murmured, shying away from the kiss just a little, he still wasn't fully used to the fact that kisses were a regular thing now, and that it was normal and expected rather than William just being a little bit too affectionate. He returned the kiss, though coyly at that. He pushed himself against Gabriel, and lazily hooked both arms around his waist, cuddling him lazily. He stayed there for a little while, feeling fuzzy and sleepy, it was likely he'd woken up from a nap but a little while ago, William napped more often than not.

He pulled away and punched Gabe lightly in the arm, playfully pushing him away and muttering something. "Don't count on it, asshole." He stuck his tongue out, though quickly reconciled his insult with a small, gentle kiss to the underside of Gabriel's jaw. "Maybe I missed you a little bit." He murmured, shuffling his feet on the carpet and giggling quietly, he stared up at him, a small, boyish smile upon his features, exposing the slightly crooked teeth at the front of his mouth. The usual, childish air floated around him as it normally did, there were rare occasions when it wasn't there, when William's mood was different or the situation was different.</div>

<div align=center>The boy frowned a little, he liked the thought of romance but this was perhaps just a little too touchy feely for him. He batted Gabe's hand away and muttered something, he felt like he was being patronized and he didn't like it. He sunk down onto the chair that Gabe had previously been sitting on, and stared up at him, he wasn't used to all this, and as much as William loved comfort and affection, too much of it made him feel just a little bit overwhelmed, though that was just new feelings, he wasn't completely sure of how relationships worked, he never knew what to do when Gabe was cute like this, he'd just smile awkwardly and laugh, or perhaps return a kiss if one had been given.

He growled softly, and reached a hand up to fix his hair again, he'd since gained a new pair of hair straighteners and he was glad of them, Bill's hair wasn't really all that straight, and flicked up in soft little waves if he got it wet or if he had been sleeping. He pouted a little, and lifted an eyebrow at Gabe, "someone needed help so I gave it to them." He stated idly, shrugging, he didn't really understand why it was all that important. "How can you have missed me," he mumbled, "I saw you less than fifteen hours ago." He sounded a little confused.</div>

<div align=center>William blinked, Gabe had just said an awful lot to him and he was just a tad confused, he chose not to reply to any of it though. His eyes flickered to an old, slightly battered guitar sat in the corner of the room, he pushed himself up from his seat away from Gabe and to the instrument. He picked up, and sank to the floor, sitting cross legged on the carpet. He strummed it and winced, out of tune. His hand drifted up the neck and to the head, his fingers preying on one of the tuning keys. It'd been a little while since he'd picked up a guitar, he'd simply been too busy.

It didn't take him long to tune it, he had been playing for a little while, and the way the notes were supposed to sound were accustomed to his ear now and he liked the way they sounded, he played a chord, and then another, before placing the instrument back in the corner, though he remained cross legged on the floor, feeling just a little bit awkward. This didn't seem much like a date, Bill's idea of a date was fancy dinners and nice gifts. He supposed this was nice enough though, at least Gabriel was making an effort to talk to him.</div>

<div align=center>William wasn't angry with Gabriel, he just didn't really have anything to say to him, nor did he know what to say to him. If he thought about it, the two didn't really have all that much in common. He giggled when Gabe tugged at his sleeve though, and let his hand slip to meet his. He let out a short sigh, and frowned up at him, "m'not." He answered, his frown changing to a small, reassuring smile. William didn't like to make people think he was upset with them, especially if he had no reason to be upset with them, "I just don't really know what to say." He answered, he was quieter around Gabe at the moment than he had been before, it was evident that he felt awkward, but he couldn't explain why. His grip on Gabe's hand tightened suddenly, and he pulled him down to his level. Bill merely wanted to cuddle, he didn't know how to do anything else.

Though he suddenly froze up when Gabe asked him to play a song, "no." His words almost came out as a yell and all of a sudden there was a very cold atmosphere about him. "Please don't ask me to do that, I'm not very good there's no point." He attempted to rectify his sudden strange behavior with a tiny, apologetic kiss. He must have had his reasons for not wanting to, though that was probably because his ego was so tiny. "Honest, I suck."</div>