It was obvious the other man had done just that, read it over and over again with an avid mind. "I don't suppose someone like you would have read Rome and Juliet as well?" Why was he bringing that up? Though tragic, it was his personal favorite of Shakespeare's plays. Probably because of the love and romance, though William would never admit it.

Perhaps things weren't going to be so bad as he'd thought. If they could at least speak about books, it would be better then the chill silence he had first expected and encourage. Books were something that even people who weren't friends could talk about safely. William was still adamant about that, not having friends. They had too much power to hurt and harm, and those who were more then that were even worse! He'd never let anyone that close.