William shrugged. "I am not a liar. Only a select few get to see it any more." Which was actually true but Fisher could take it as he liked.
Fuck it covered a lot of feelings as it was the phrase he'd thought of using more than once around here. Haddon wasn't here? Fuck it. Fisher unattainable? Fuck it, then. So he was a stupid idiotic angel. Fuck it... the phrase had no limits, and would most likely be what he decided before he chose to off himself. Though he doubted he ever would. He'd either go to hell or go to heaven and he didn't know which was worse.
"I could write more but it'd be too personal," he said softly, retracing the letters with his finger. "I could write a symphony but why not use the easiest phrase?" Fisher's skin was soft. Will liked soft.