William frowned and let his head lower, slightly. Those were beautiful shelves ... He was envious of them. They weren't at all like his, antiques, old, elegant, things, but they did lack something. The young man tugged at his suit jacket and adjusted his tie. It was no hard thing to turn away from the man he would be spending the next two years with. "Just stay on your side, don't bring any friends you make back to the room, and things will work out just fine, country boy. That's how we'll both get through these years."

The young man placed his book upon the side table by his neatly prepared bed and settled down at his desk. His sleek laptop was flipped open, and soon William was pursing his lips as he tried to come up with something, anything to write. He wanted another excuse to ignore Angel. There were plenty of them already ... and at the same time he wanted to get the other man angry, wanted to make him yell. That was certainly a good way of keeping his attention. Friendships never worked, not for William, but sustained anger did.