Of course when he was just getting out of the shower, the phone rang or William called him. He was drying himself when he heard the man call and he wrapped the towel around his waist, walking out into the hall.

"William? I'm upstairs. One minute, I'll be down, okay?" He had been pretty complacent since Carson had arrived, since things between him and William were once more iffy. He tried not to fight with the man, as he used to do, and just went to holding it all in for probably huge bills with a therapist years down the line. Oh well. He figured it was worth it. William was.

He went to drying his hair and getting dressed, not about to head downstairs in a towel with Carson somewhere about. William was apt to get a possessive streak and pull off the towel to grab his balls and mark him his.