Will you dance to this beat?

<div align=center>The boy made a noise, and shook his head just a little. His brow furrowed slightly, "m'not mad." He said again, his voice just a little sterner this time. Though he couldn't completely agree with the fact that this was a date, it didn't feel like a date to Bill, a date was a candlelit dinner that cost a lot of money, this wasn't a date, they were just together. He just wanted to cuddle, and that's all he ever wanted. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, pushing himself against Gabriel and nuzzling him softly, "I'm just getting used to the fact that, y'know." He laughed softly, and cleared his throat awkwardly. This was a place where other people could be as well, and that made Bill feel just a little strange.

He felt a lot more comfortable within the four walls of Gabe's dorm room, or even his own, though since Micheal was often there as well, it was just a little difficult to be in there with both of them without some kind of fight breaking out, William had already been in a life-or-death situation since the boy had woken up, though he couldn't say he didn't have fun, though the fear factor perhaps overwhelmed that feeling. William didn't like being scared. "It's alright," he mumbled, "I'm comfortable."</div>

<div align=center>William giggled softly, and let his eyes flutter shut. He wished he hadn't napped, he felt sleepy and lazy, then again, that was perhaps the way he felt most of the time. He yawned loudly and sighed, it was evident the boy was just a little bit bored, he was used to doing things by now, regardless of how lazy he came across as. William, in fact, wasn't lazy, he was merely a very sleepy person, when he was awake he liked to do things, he liked to be occupied. Bill shifted uncomfortably and sat straight, frowning at Gabe. He rather hoped every date wasn't going to be like this, because frankly, William wouldn't have called this his idea of fun.

"I wanna do something." He mumbled, sighing again and dropping his head backwards, "Micheal and I went cliff jumping the other day why can't we do stuff like that." He grumbled, as much as William had hated that at the time, secretly, he'd rather enjoyed it, though probably wouldn't ever do it again. Micheal tended to push William into doing things, though afterwards William always had to admit that he didn't hate it as much as he thought he did, and in the end these things tended to be exciting. It had tripled his fear of heights though.</div>

<div align=center>William nodded just a little, he felt just a little bad for it, and he was contented in Gabe's company, but he was restless and he couldn't help that. His eyes flickered to the acoustic guitar he'd tuned a little while ago, he hadn't played for a while and in all honesty he missed it, he hadn't had time for that, or either he had, and he'd decided not to, either Micheal had been around or he'd visited Gabe instead. Jealousy was practically radiating from the Latino, and it made William scowl, he could sense that even without his empathetic powers, and it made him just a little bit irritated, though he didn't dare say anything about it, he didn't want to risk a fight, not this early on.

He nodded, "I was scared but it was okay," scared was perhaps an understatement, he'd been pretty sure he was going to die. He sighed lightly, in an irritated sort of fashion and shook his head, maybe he'd change the subject, he could feel Gabe was getting annoyed and frankly it made him feel the same way. William had since learned some things about the winged boy that had perhaps upset him a little, they'd made him angry. "I don't know?" He answered, pulling away from Gabe, and slowly pushing himself to his feet, "why would I know?"</div>

<div align=center>William wrapped his fingers around the neck of the guitar, picking it up, and sinking back to the floor again, he pressed his fingertips to the frets and strummed it once, changing the position of his hand and strumming it again. It became a song soon enough, as soon as the boy had taken a pick from his pocket of his jeans. "It's alright," he answered idly, distracted by the notes of whatever he was playing. Bill thought that it was cute, he liked the warm feeling at the bottom of his stomach that he got when Gabe said that, someone was actually making an effort for him, and that made him feel happy.

William bristled a little at the next thing Gabe said, but chose to ignore it, if he wanted to battle it out with Micheal then he could go ahead, though he wasn't all that sure Gabe would come out the victor, Micheal was older than him and wiser. Bill had begun to unconsciously hum something that matched the rhythm of whatever song he was playing, apparently half forgetting about his conversation. He didn't want to go out, he couldn't stand parties and large groups of people made him feel nervous.</div>

<div align=center>"I'm sure," the boy replied softly, his hand sliding up the guitar's neck, he liked the way it sounded, though it perhaps wasn't as nice as his own, he loved his guitar, it was old and battered and it made a sound like no other, it had been through a lot and that had shaped it. "The rain falls hard on a humdrum town," his voice was quiet, he knew he was being listened to, and that made him just a little tentative. The sound of his own voice sounded strange to him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not, "this town has dragged you down." His hands were elegant, they suited the instrument, and it looked good on him.

"Oh the rain falls hard on a humdrum town, this town has dragged you down," Gabe didn't make him feel all that uncomfortable, and he liked that. Though, his nerves had overtaken him just a little and his voice had dropped a few tones quieter, though it was still audible, and it was pretty, it was gentle, it was incredibly gentle, perhaps something that one could fall asleep to. "And everybody's got their life to live, and God knows I've got mine to live." He frowned a little, briefly flicking his hair from his face. The boy had a nice voice, though no one really realized it,since he was so nervous all the time.</div>