(OOC: Just dropping by to make sure if anyone needs Will here, he will be! Still screwed by my cable company!)
Will Graham refused to brush his hair back. It was in his face, over his scar, and over his scars it would stay. Aside from that leniency, he figured he was dressed pretty nice, considering he'd been up all night and was still wearing yesterday's jeans.
He gave a tired sigh, leaning back against the wall to watch people, namely a brunet and a crazy man with black hair. Fish. He was really going to be satisfied with that answer.
He glanced to the door nearby, watching guests come in and almost waiting to see Walter or Sal. Metatron had assured him that nothing would happen, but Will couldn't help being cautious.