William settled against his first new friend and hugged him close. He clung to Angel as if the artist was his security blanket. In a way, that was precisely what Angel was. Or would be. He didn't know what to think anymore. "Slow..." William pulled back enough to settle his head against Angel's shoulder. "I'm ... scared to really let anyone in. So .. so just one person at a time. Alright? And right now that person is you. But don't expect too much too fast!" Now he really did pull back, and stared at the other man with a half glare, half pout. "I don't know what friends do. How they're ... supposed to act."