"It seems like much more then that does," spat out the young man. He felt comfortable this way. Anger, animosity, it was a better shield then any friendship. It meant William was always on guard against any eventual attempt at his fortunes, his means, one way or another. Yes ,his life was lonely, but it had always been so. The young man had never known anything else. He hadn't had much of a choice.

This time he went to curl up on the bed, dressed as he was. What else was there to do? He could have worked on the laptop, but to expose his own talents to the other man didn't suit his mindset. Even though he told himself he was used to being so shoved aside, that he invited it, So now William hugged a pillow to his chest, and tried to ignore the fact that the man he'd just put down so harshly would be able to see.