Angel jumped up the stairs and paused at the top, sighing again. At home the air was different. He was used to it. But this air was different. It had more allergens in it. Maybe because there were so many trees. So many plants full of pollen and the insects and animals that carried it. Maybe. He shook his head, coughing slightly to clear his lungs and pausing outside the door to his dorm room, gathering himself before stepping inside. He almost gasped audibly, though only because he hadn't expected someone like William to feel comfortable anywhere near his side of the room, let alone on his bed. Sleeping with a book of Angel's. Was that Hamlet? One of his favorites from Shakespeare... But how would he wake William easily? Without earning more wrath? He could pick him up, but he didn't know how light a sleeper the man was. But he looked oddly peaceful. As if he hadn't managed to find a type of comfort anywhere else before.

He was stepping from one foot to another, breathing a little roughly until something constricted his throat and lungs powerfully, sending Angel into a coughing fit just outside the door until he found his inhaler and managed to take a deep breath of the medicine, feeling it enter and clear his lungs. He'd have a hard time getting used to this different, cross-country air. But it would happen sooner or later.