Re: August, 2014
As the dark haired young man gestured comically to his ukulele, Brian nearly cursed his endearing presence. Will looked wounded... and rightfully so. Bollocks. The other man mumbled, stunned. Britannic sighed as he watched Will exit his office. "Wait, William!" The blond stood, his desk chair hitting the wall behind him a second after he rounded the end of his desk. "Wait," he said, more quietly as he entered the hall. "That was lovely; it was. So much so, that it turned my insides into pudding. I don't know what I was thinking," he sighed. He couldn't have drinks with Omen, but there was another option. "Can we get a coffee and..." he swallowed, "talk?"