"Okay." After Fisher informed him that the person had gone the angel seemed a little less tense and he shifted to tuck his legs beneath him. At least now they were getting formally introduced. As formal as two inmates of an asylum could get anyway. Jumping around on a bed and being kicked in the hip was a little weirder than a handshake and a 'how do you do'.
"I'm Will." Now he knew who he was! The dude on the journals that he found funny. It was nice to put a face to a name. He noted how messy Fisher's hair was, hanging over his face, and how pale and unsure the guy seemed. He was acting like an inmate. "How long you been here?"