Tzal nodded, then shuffled up to the door. He seemed too skittish to knock for a moment, but then he reached up and did so.

A very tired-looking Aric answered the door. "Come in, guys...everyone's asleep right now 'cept for myself and Wyatt..."

"thanks sorry to be bugging your house hold at this time of night." William stepped into the house and sighed. " Tzal do you mind if I have a chat with Wyatt alone?"

"That's fine. I need to get some sleep, anyway..." Tzal rubbed at his eyes and then glanced at Aric. "Do you think you could show me to the guest rooms?"

"Sure thing, kid," Aric yawned, wearily. "Wyatt should be in his room. It's the black door on the third floor." He walked away with Tzal, up the stairs to the second floor.

fallowing them up William wondered what type of greeting he was going to get from Wyatt. He had in a way taken Hirsch and Seymour from his mind forcefully. as he passed them and reached the third floor he sighed. well come what may he was going to talk to him. finding the door he knocked.

There was shuffling, and then the door opened to reveal Wyatt's ultra-thin frame. This boy ate so much food, so much junk, and was still extremely skinny--it was almost unnatural. His room was dark and creepy, a mix of steampunk and 'evil villian's laboratory.' There was a large, red-lit tank in the back of the room, and inside were two giant reticulated pythons, coiled up and asleep. On the left side of the room was a large television and a paused video game, and on the right was a big black bed. Lawrence, Hirsch, and Seymour were all curled up and asleep in it, close together for warmth.

"Yes?"

“ah I had not realized that they all would be up here with you.” William said as he saw Seymour, Hirsch and Lawrence. “I came to talk to you about what you might have said to Lawrence about what josh is going through. I just wanted to know so that I would know what was already said, so I am not going in circles that have already been covered.” William smiled then shook his head. “Sorry I am William,” He held out his hand. “I should have said that first. And I am sorry for any discomfort I may have caused you when I pulled Seymour and Hirsch out.”

Wyatt sniffed and shook his hand. "I didn't talk to Lawrence about anything. I am leaving that up to Josh. It is not my job." Wyatt seemed determined to let Josh work up his courage and talk to Lawrence himself.

“so you have said nothing about what Josh could be going through being the victim?” William sounded a bit concerned about this.

"Lawrence came here upset. He cried for an hour and then fell asleep. I didn't have time, really," Wyatt mused. "And I am not waking him up to talk to him. He needs rest."

Sighing William nodded. “That is what I would have done, well then when he wakes up may I talk to him. I am not going to tell him that he needs to go after josh. I just wish to tell him how I felt when I was raped and what josh may be feeling at this moment.”

"I am not letting Law anywhere near that boy until he decides to confront Law himself," Wyatt muttered. "And I know what he is going through. But he needs to regain himself, slowly, and come talk to Law..."

“and I agree that Josh needs to talk to Lawrence before they even think to do anything but it may be best if Lawrence has some knowledge of what Josh is going through to see from josh’s point of view.” Closing his eyes William reached out and looked through Josh’s mind. A light smile crossed his face before he opened his eyes back up. “He knows what he is putting Lawrence through and he is hating himself for it.”

"Still. I do not feel comfortable even letting them speak over the phone...Josh needs to confront him. And I suppose we can both speak to him. By the way, if dearest Curly doesn't come to make up with Hershey, I will not be a happy camper."

Agreed the next time Lawrence hears Josh’s voice it will be with his face attached.” A broad grin crossed Williams face. “Well if he is wanting to go anywhere he is going to have to come back here. I am going to leave his car here.” He held out the keys to Wyatt. “Here you can pick if Curly gets it back any time soon.”

Wyatt snatched the keys happily. "Oooh, such power I feel. You're welcome to stay the night. We can speak to Law in the morning."

"I was already going to stay here. I do not think Hirsch would be happy if I killed or seriously maimed his match. and after what he did to me today I am not going to be nice for some time. I am tired of being pushed around by him just because he is older and wiser." he put quotation marks around the word's wiser. "and I do not think that Tzal, or Seymour would be happy with me ether."

"Right now, in all honesty, I don't think Hershey would care what happens to him. He hasn't calmed down, yet," Wyatt reminded him. "The guest bedrooms are on the second floor. I should get back to my video games."

“Well after every one cooled down they would all be quite pissed at me if I did something. And I would also be pissed with myself.” William nodded. “Well then have fun, I am going to go find where your friend put my love Tzal.” Turning around he walked back down the stairs to where he had last seen Tzal. ~ok which door is it that your behind love.~

Tzal was already curled up and fast asleep. Nonetheless, through his dream, he supplied William with mental directions to the room he'd been led to.

finding the room William smiled at Tzal, before going to bed he wrote out what he should do the next day before returning here for the night. he was not going to stay at the school while the others of the group were out of sorts with each other and he was wanting to harm a teacher.

Tzal slept peacefully through the night. He was only slightly affected by the turmoil running through Lawrence's sleeping mind.

laying down william cuddled close to Tzal and fell into a deep sleep. his dreams filled with Josh's dreams. the spell he had cast had bound him close to Josh so now they sheared this dream. helping and guiding he tired to show josh what he needed to see so that he could see Lawrence as his love and not as the one he had destroyed.

Tzal's dreams idly pushed away Josh's and Lawrence's. Instead, he dreamt a fuzzy dream about his past, which no one else could see.

waking in the morning William sighed and nuzzled into Tzal's hair. "josh is feeling a bit better. I think by tomorrow he will want to talk to Lawrence." he pulled Tzal close, only thinking of cuddling him and feeling his bodies warmth against his skin. he had gone to bed in just his boxers.

Tzal yawned as he woke up, rubbing his eyes. "Mm. Okay..." He stretched himself out, feeling like going back to sleep.