Something woke him. Will sat up with a start, arms flailing about and his eyes wide.The first thing he saw was the other man, standing there with an inhaler to his lips, taking deep breaths. William didn't wait for him to say anything. Instead, the grey eyed man scrambled to his side of the room, and sent a regretful glance at all the warmth and comfort Angel had always known. Why couldn't his family have cared for him, even an ounce of what Angel had been given his whole life?

Face scrunched up, William turned to his book again, not the one he'd been reading though. That one didn't belong to him, though it had been so interesting... He looked back at it wistfully, at the whole other side of the room.