Angel capped the inhaler and pocketed it for the time being, glancing back in to see William already on the other side of the room. He decided to keep himself quiet, rather than try to talk to the man, but sent a look his way that was mostly an invitation for William to talk any time he liked. Setting his satchel on the closet doorknob, he put the inhaler on the desk in front of his harp and ran his hand over his bed. It wasn't made as perfectly as William kept his, but it looked nice enough. The book, though, he looked at. Had Will ever read it? Or at least, read it all the way through, and understood the deep meaning behind it? The way it was so amazing that it had survived hundreds of years and was considered such an amazing classic... He looked up from the book to William, and set it on he farthest end of his bedside table. Maybe if he felt daring enough the other man would snatch it up to read the rest of the way.

Glancing at the clock he'd put on the table earlier, Angel sighed. Two whole hours... Two hours... It would feel like a literal generation until he could talk to Chris. Reaching into his satchel, he grabbed his phone and headphones and settled onto his bed, putting an earbud in his left ear and leaving the other out as he cycled through his music choices and picked a classical at random. Maybe a nap... But he might sleep too long, and he didn't really feel tired. He stared at the screen of his phone and opened up an art application, moving his finger on the screen to make a simple picture. If only William would give him a chance... Maybe tomorrow he'd make a schedule with his new friends to visit them so he didn't have to feel as if the world were crawling around the sun at a snail's pace.