"Ohhhhhkay, then," Jon drawled out slowly, then muttered under his breath, "not just happy to see me."
Stepping back, he motioned William into the room. He gave the bottle of bourbon a longing glance before turning his attention back to William. "So, you've heard about the mass explosion of puffs, right? - some fourth year accident in class that first day of school."
While he was speaking, Jon finally took notice that William seemed like he was about to vibrate out of his skin. Maybe he wasn't the only one who needed a drink. Jon frowned, "Dude. Are you okay? Here-" he pulled out his desk chair, "why don't you sit down?"