"I think," William said, with great gravity because he was starting to feel the effects of the weed, and it seemed important to maintain professional dignity and solemnity right now and not let on to Gabe that he was in fact a very tiny bit high, "that you should take a look around the Tower. Possibly the lake as well, Walker mentioned there might be something fishy going on there."
Fishy. At the lake. He bit his lip to keep from giggling, and a very tiny whirring sort of noise caught in the back of his throat. He tried to hide it behind his hand so Gabe wouldn't see, and then realized that the joint was still in his hand. Moreover, a brief confused tug-of-war later, he realized the joint was still also in Gabe's hand, and that William should probably let go of it. Flustered, he turned to the nearest refuge, which happened to be Travis' hair, and took a breath, muffling any further undignified noises in the chaotic pillow of curls.