The object that was supposed to be handled today was simple. A bouquet of flowers of different color and style. The room was dimmed and a standing light cast shadows in specific places. Easy today, the first full class day, and silence reigned in the room as the artists focused heavily on their drawing, working by the light of their small, clear desk lamps. Angel's heart wasn't fully in his work this time, however, as he kept dwelling on what Will said. He didn't know who he was. So who did he think he was? Anyone at all? Halfway finished with his final sketch and through with the three-page worksheet regarding famous artists' works and art styles throughout the centuries, the bell trilled again and he startled. Maddie stood first and stretched as she slid everything back into her purposefully ratty brown bag. "Hey, coming to the cafeteria?"

Angel glanced up as he buckled his bag. "Um... I might just grab something and hide in my room for a while."

She nodded brightly and pulled him along, excitable as always. He managed to break away to grab a wrapped sandwich and take it up to the dorm, but jumped when he saw someone already there. Of course, he'd have to face the music sooner rather than later. Instead of speaking, Angel set everything on his desk and sat in his chair to face Will's lumpy form in silence.