[ William hums thoughtfully, surprised by how quickly he was able to shoo her off. As Grell makes her way into the kitchen, William stays back, looking about his room as if unsure how he's going to accomplish the, seemingly, simple task of readying himself for bed. Being knowledgeable of where things are helps, of course, but he still feels rather foolish having to pat around in his dresser drawers, trying to identify his pajamas by touch alone. ]
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