When Angel moved away, William tried his best not to ask him to stay. He didn't know if he could ever put his walls up again, where his roomate was concerned. Then again, that was precisely what Angel had been aiming for, and it had only taken two days for him to succeed. Angel was a magician. He had to be, to be able to bulldoze the walls Will had worked so hard to put up.

"Well what you yelled at me made me angry enough to ... open up." William shook his head. He moved to the now cold food on his desk, and started eating. He munched on the steak slowly for a while, before turning to Angel again. "Why does it matter so much to you, anyway?"