William watched the other man move across the room. Settling down, that was what Angel was doing. Well he had a right to, he supposed. Grudgingly, the strawberry blond began to accept that the other man was there to stay, and for two years at that. They would need to come to some kind of peace, of agreement. Slowly, William crept forward to til he stood by the bedside table Angel had set up so carefully. His fingers danced across the cover of Hamlet, gingerly flicking across the surface.

"I'm borrowing this, " stated William matter-of-factly. Like the book belonged to him, he plucked it up and went to settle on his bed once more. This time with a different tome, one that looked worn and well loved. Dog eared, used spine, it spoke of many readings. It was nice, different, then the usually pristine tomes William was used to.