He felt suddenly drained. The days leading up to his arrival had been stressful, but rewarding, and it was just showing up now. He had nothing to do. No one to talk to---they were probably rearranging their dorms to fit their preference. And he was tired. Perhaps he could go downstairs and see what was for dinner. It would get him moving, and get his lungs used to the different air. If not, he would fall asleep. Lifting his head, Angel moved his hair out of his face and reached forward, turning on the desk lamp near the desktop computer and seeing something that hadn't been there before. A plate of food---well-crafted meat, bright, shining vegetables and things arranged well on a small, shining plate.

He put his hair back, tying it against his head and pulled himself toward it. Such a gesture might have been lost on William, but Angel felt a sense of warmth from that gesture. A sense of kindness. "Thanks." Angel said simply, fiddling a bit with the contents of the plate. It was a nice feeling. Maybe it was intended, but now Angel felt a bit more content with his life. His situation. He was sure he could make it.