"You so are!" Will wasn't having that. Fisher was good and he wasn't about to hear otherwise. "I haven't heard many people sing that genre - but I liked it. So..." He offered a shrug then a small smile. "Maybe I could do harmony or something if I knew the song a little better. I was lead in the choir at church and... yeah."
Could he really sound any lamer?
And Fisher was now talking to someone Will couldn't see but he still so damn supersticious spiritual whatever the word was that the angel went quiet and watched the blank space which was apparently giving Fisher some backchat. Whoever it was he was making Fisher blush. After a moment, particularly the shit part, Will studied Fisher just long enough to comment "Is he gone?"