Angel logged into Skype and sat back, pulling at a piece of wilted lettuce from between the buns of the ham sandwich beside the keyboard. Checking the headset jack, he looked over to Will and turned the chair to face him more. "Well... Maybe I don't like the thought of sharing a room with someone that's about as self-aware as a rock. Or I might just want to get to know you like a roommate is supposed to. I don't want to go through two years here not speaking to you about anything but the books we read, I want you to be able to relate or get to know me and others. Maybe I'm too selfless, too, I dunno." He shrugged and laughed, going back to his sandwich.