William shrugged and walked down the corridor. He kept in step with Angel all the way. "I did see you." A few steps more. Walking down the stairs. The paintings almost looked real enough to walk around and talk. But that was just something that happened in books. "You looked ... busy. I didn't want to interrupt or impose." That hadn't been it at all. He wouldn't have felt comfortable with those others, the ones Angel had befriended so quickly. Even with Angel, he always felt at odds, and uncertain. But the other man was just so hard to ignore. Like a tick.