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[ Word travels fast around the office. By the time Grell had returned from her shift to submit the appropriate paperwork, a secretary had already asked her if she'd been by to check on Mister Spears.

Now, she had known that he had been sent on an investigative mission with Ronald earlier that day, so she immediately assumed the worst. Demanding to know where to find them sent her bolting off to the lower levels. The new recruits were smart enough to dash out of the way - and some of them even directed her to the appropriate department; the optometrist's office, where she found William sulking in the lobby.

The poor man was without his glasses, but aside from a scuffed cheek and some healing bruises, appeared to be in one piece. It was his pride that seemed wounded, as the very air about him seemed heavy. ]

Oh, Will.

[ Heaving a sigh of relief, she sinks down into the chair beside him. Though knowing fully well that he won't like it, she won't be kept from fussing over him; reaching out to gingerly dash back some of his hair left mussed by his scuffle, while taking a good look at his wounds. ]

What did I tell you about taking care of your glasses, mm?

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Mn? [ While quite a confident thing to say, Grell quite loves that quality about him, too. She's quite amused, and such is clear in her tone. ]

That's a fair assessment, mmhm♥.

[ Ah, at last, she can set aside her dinner plate to go in for dessert! With her tongue hooked over a pointed tooth, she tugs her box closer. ]

[ Shaking his head, William finds another decently large forkful of cake and savors it for the moment. ]

What about you, then? What would you prefer I cook, if I'm aiming to share with you?

[ She hasn't even begun to dig into her cake, but already, she's sighing blissfully. She still can't believe that he's offered to COOK FOR HER. ]

I would say... pasta, accompanied by alfredo sauce!

[ A hand to her cheek, she's just batting her lashes at him, positively smitten. ]

Offering something like that... you're the sweetest, Will.

Doable. And it's my payment back to you for the meals you've brought me.

[ He huffs, apparently not liking to be called sweet over something he wasn't intending to be sweet. ]

Even so.

[ Grell's nodded decidedly, as she finally scoops some cake up with her fork. ]

I can't say that anyone's cooked for me before, specifically.

Never?

[ He seems to find this odd. ]

I would think someone must have done so, since you've obviously never learned, yourself.

[ Humming a negative, she's closing her eyes while enjoying that delicious, delicious tiramisu. ]

If I had, I might've someone to teach me. Alas!

Hm.

[ William looks down to his plate, where he's not finding much more to poke at. Goodness he really ate that fast! ]

I'm hesitant to offer, as I'd like my flat to remain standing.

Perhaps, one day, you can give me a lesson at mine. I'm not too pressed, though. I've managed for roughly a century and a quarter!

[ Noting that he's looking down at his empty plates rather sadly, she has to press a knuckle to her lips to keep herself from giggling. ]

Would you like some more wine, darling?

Ah, yes.

[ Carefully grasping the glass by its stem, he lifts it for Grell to refill. ]

If it's of little interest to you, then I won't think more on it.

[ Once filled, he takes a healthy sip. He doubts the alcohol will do much with all this tasty food in his tummy now! ]

Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate it.

[ Topping off her own glass, she'll set the bottle aside and settle back into her seat. The flavor compliments the tiramisu incredibly well, issuing an enthusiastic 'mm!' ]

I should hope so.

[ He might sound ever so grouchy that his offer was essentially turned down, but he'll drop the topic before he makes that too obvious. ]

We seem to have learned quite a bit of mundane trivia about one another, these past two days.

[ Oh, and Grell will be taking note of such... She hadn't realized that he'd been genuine in his offer, really - but perhaps that's something that she can circle back to in the near future. ]

I rather love that, actually. We'd gone far too long without sharing about one another. It was rather pathetic.

[ At last, she's finished her food entirely - and she takes a moment to sit back a sigh with satisfaction! Then it's up to gather their dinner wares at take them to the sink, before she gets too lazy. She'll be bringing her wine along, too. ]

It isn't that surprising. As I'm sure you've noted, I'm not the most social person, to being with. As of now, I would say you probably know more about me than any of the others.

[ Since she's taking care of the clean up, he's relax further in his chair. Hopefully the remnants of their meal won't just be dumped in his sink. ]

Isn't it? We've been considered well acquainted for more than one hundred years, and we hadn't the small talk to show for it, you know?

[ But with that last mention, she'll be peeking over her shoulder, happiness tinting her cheeks. ]

We're making up for it, though. Yes.

[ Thankfully, she's discarding any leftovers into the boxes used for their desserts, to be tossed away for later. Beginning to hum a tune, she easily locates the soap under the sink, and gets to giving their dishes a wash.

It won't be the most stellar job. They'll lack a good polish and be left with water spots - but she's trying! ]

Slowly, but yes, we are. And I'm not opposed to that continuing.

[ The darkness behind the open blinds lets William know that it's getting late. He stands from the table, pushing in his chair before making his way to the doorway leading to the hall. ]

I am going to ready myself for bed. Feel free to join me once you've finished here.

[ And he's off down the hall and into his bedroom. ]

[ That creates pause. Grell must ask herself if she understood that properly. Joining him... in getting ready for bed?

Well, of all the times she doubted herself this evening, she hadn't been wrong...! ]

Ah-- yes, of course, darling! I'll be right there!

[ Finishing with the dishes in a hurry, she's just left to toss the trash into the bin and wash up-- she's never been so focused on household chores! It almost makes her proud.

With an accomplished sigh, she pushes her shoulders back and struts her way after William. ]

[ As if the heavens are giving her a reward for good housekeeping, Grell will be greeted with a lovely sight upon entering the bedroom. Bare from the waist up, William's only just now unfolding his night shirt to put on. Grell will get a view of the man's profile as he fusses with the buttons that stripe down the center of the shirt. All smooth, lightly tanned skin and toned muscles - William's most likely unaware of just how attractive he is. ]

[ He didn't move to the bathroom, or bother to lock himself into anywhere, as would seem likely for him... As so, she can't imagine that it wasn't intentional! Is he teasing her?

Fanning herself, Grell exhales a breath as quietly as she may. Waiting until he slips the shirt over his shoulders, she then moves closer to glide a hand along his shoulder, as she rounds to his front. ]

May I help? Buttons must be the worst.

[ As quiet as she's attempting to be, William can usually sense when she's around. But he makes no move to hide himself away, instead keeping his normal stiff stance as she steps between him and the dresser. He looks to where her eyes are, keeping contact, as best he can, for a long moment.

Finally he nods, dropping his own hands to his sides and looking to where he's expecting her to take over. ]

Honestly, you're exceeding expectations on asking permission first. I'm almost inclined to say that I'm impressed.

[ Ah, there's that eye contact again. Grell's tongue briefly passes between her lips, attempting to slow her heart, if just a little. She's unbearably attracted to him right now, and being too forward will ruin everything.

Eyes scanning down the length of his torso, they arrive at his waist - where she will begin fastening his buttons. ]

Well, I'm rather enjoying the results.

Then, it will do you good to continue.

[ The faint touch of Grell's fingertips as she buttons is comforting in an odd way. Though, William doesn't let it show on his face, he's wondering if he should allow her more contact this evening. It's a decision that has a lot riding on it, after all. ]

I assume you'll be starting your nightly routine, yes?

[ That faint touch, the superb view at close vicinity, and how he'd looked at her just playing through her mind on repeat... Ah, yes, she should start her routine, opting for a cold shower instead of the bath. ]

Mm-hm♥. Did you wish for me to put the record on again?

If you would.

[ With her finished, he moves away towards the bed. He doesn't say thank you, but his calm tone pervades it perfectly.
The heavy blankets are pulled back and William climbs beneath them. Shifting the pillows around, he finally finds things comfortable enough to settle down. ]

Of course.

[ Fondly touching her hand to his chest as he turns away, Grell excuses herself to go do just that - and congratulates herself for managing to hold it together before that fantastic temptation of a man.

With a record chosen, suitable for relaxation, she's returns to the room while loosening her neck bow, rather looking forward to undressing for the evening. Even moreso to crawling into bed with William. ]

Give me a shout if you need me, mn?

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