Now that he had thanked her for her part in assisting Gigi, Willliam let the topic drop, content not to bring it up again. Gigi didn't even want them to discuss it, anyway, and the only reason he had any inclination of what had occurred was because he knew that she was holding something back. As subtle and conniving in her own way as Gigi Darcy was, William knew how to read into her silences, and what she filled pregnant pauses in conversation with. So instead he put on his everyday mask of indifference before offering a small smile back.
"It can be a bit unusual, depending on how the professor teaches the course, but I think that you are lucky in the fact that media theory cannot be too far ahead or behind our times. Some of my credits from undergrad didn't move over when I transferred schools, but luckily, there were people that could help me prepare." That year his parents died had been absolute hell, and it was only by sheer force of will that he was even able to push himself into finishing out the semester on the East coast before moving back West.
William moved to offer a chair for her, not sitting down until she had done so herself. "Oh, we might see them a time or fifty," he teased, glancing out the window. He still felt awkward and slightly on edge, but all-in-all he didn't feel that he was doing too horribly at being pleasant company. Not that he would ever classify his own company as "pleasant." Decent, at best, and downright horrible at the worst, but she wasn't running away from him, so he counted it in the former category for the time being.
Now that they were actually sitting down, in a calm, neutral area, William had no idea what to say. He was horrible with small talk, and it had taken all of his social prowess to lead any sort of conversation when they were waiting in line. Should he admit that to her off the bat or just attempt to flounder around aimlessly until something clicked? "Have you been to the library yet?"