Angel sighed, going back to his book. Will seemed to be a hard nut to crack, but he so wanted to do that. Eventually, though, his mind wandered into his book, filling it with scenes of horror until a bright, cheery blip filled his side of the room. Angel didn't even finish his sentence---he jumped up and grabbed his headset, plugging it in and bringing up the video call.

Seeing Chris's face after so many days apart almost brought tears to his eyes, but Angel blinked them back in favor of a bright smile. Chris seemed to know how sad Angel felt about their distance apart, and the smile on his face was calm and kind. Their conversation ranged from happenings at home, to Angel's detailing the castle-like school they were to be taught in. How the air was different but so far, he had only had one asthma attack, and that eased the worried expression from Chris's face.

Chris himself seemed happy. Though in his eye there was a spark of worry that he voiced to be concern for Angel. If Angel worried, Chris fretted. Both were constantly concerned about one another, and Angel's father had said some time before that they were a perfect pair.

Though their conversation---quiet on Angel's end to keep from disturbing William---was cut short, short though it was probably several hours, dictated by the way the two windows in the room had darkened significantly by the time Angel and Chris disconnected. He sighed, putting the headset on the back of the laptop after he closed it and resting his head on the desk in front of it. They knew Angel to be so strong, but he was crumbling.