William tackled the other man. He really did. Just like that he was up, and lunging on Angel. He wrapped his arms around the art student and clung to him like his life depended on it. His sobbing quieted a bit, now that a warm body was so near his and offering warmth and comfort. William was sprawled onto the other man's lap, and had his arms around the other man's waist.

"You had better not ..." The young heir couldn't find enough air to talk. "If you ... If you go back on your word ... " He didn't care what he would have to do. William promised himself he would make the other man's life as miserable as he could.