He placed a finger between the pages of his borrowed book and frowned. "I much prefer Julius Caesar. There's a quite good cast of characters, and not quite everyone important dies." Yes, talking about such things would be better then not talking at all. It would be two years after all, a very long two years if they refused to speak at all... Or rather if William kept pushing Angel away. The other man had tried to make friends, but that never worked for Will. Friendships always ended in disasters.

If he kept dwelling on that, then things would never change, not his mood or anything. Pursing his lips, the young man lowered his head to half-read the pages of Hamlet. There were some things that everyone had in common it seemed, and Shakespeare was one of them.